BYOB or BYO is an acronym most commonly meant to stand for "bring your own booze" "bring your own bucket" "bring your own bottle" or "bring your own beer".
BYOB is often placed on an invitation to indicate that the host will not be providing alcohol and that guests are welcome to bring their own. Some business establishments may allow patrons to bring their own bottle, subject to fees or membership conditions.
The term is cited by some online sources to have been used first in the early 1970s to mean "bring your own bottle", although in present day it is just as likely to mean "bring your own booze/beer".
Some establishments which sell alcoholic beverages for on site consumption, such as bars or restaurants, may also allow patrons to bring their own alcohol purchased from elsewhere. That alcohol is usually subject to an opening fee. Often the rule is limited to bottles of wine, where the fee is known as a corking fee. Such policies are greatly regulated by local liquor control laws and licensing restrictions.
System of a Down, also known by the acronym SOAD and often shortened to System, is a rock band from Southern California, formed in 1994. It consists of Serj Tankian (lead vocals, keyboards, rhythm guitar), Daron Malakian (guitar, vocals), Shavo Odadjian (bass, background vocals) and John Dolmayan (drums).
The band achieved commercial success with the release of five studio albums; from which three debuted at number one on the Billboard 200. System of a Down has been nominated for four Grammy Awards, and won the award in 2006 for Best Hard Rock Performance for the song "B.Y.O.B.". The group went on hiatus in August 2006, but reunited in November 2010, embarking on a worldwide tour in 2011.
Serj Tankian, Daron Malakian, and Shavo Odadjian all attended Rose and Alex Pilibos Armenian School while children, although because of their eight-year age difference they did not meet until 1992 while working on separate projects at the same recording studio. They formed a band named Soil with Tankian on vocals and keyboards, Malakian on vocals and guitar, Dave Hakopyan (who later played in The Apex Theory/Mt. Helium) on bass and Domingo "Dingo" Laranio on drums. The band hired Shavo Odadjian (another Rose and Alex Pilibos alumnus) as manager, although he eventually joined Soil as rhythm guitarist. After three years, only one live show, and one jam session recording, Hakopyan and Laranio quit the band, feeling that it was not going anywhere.
Why do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by Barbara with pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel for brand new spanking deals
Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom!"
Handed to obsoletion still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off, it's party time
And we don?t live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying, "Freedom!"
Handed to obsoletion still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
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Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
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Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!
Yeahhhhhhhh
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit