- Tha Alkaholiks Bottoms Up 歌詞
- Tha Alkaholiks
- Intro：tash
Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!
Back to drown yall **********az!
Who we got, we got, we got
We got the liks, we got the liks, we got the liks
Cause mcs in ninety-five, mcs in ninety-five
Mcs in ninety-five that think they rock like
Mcs in ninety-five, mcs in ninety-five
Mcs in ninety-five that swear they rock live
Verse one:
Mcs in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin
They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in
Youre not a true hip-hop person
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions
I send this **** out to all them ** **** from that group
With the ninety minute demo sounding just like snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone
Fore i leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones
Youre rootin and tootin but aint did no shootin
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill
To get me out your system takes more than golden seal
Cause i bust so many flows i gotta file my **** in columns
While mcs be goin down like olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
I got em, left without no watchers
While i be housin ****** like they put up for adoption
I rock loaded, i never get promoted
But through the ******** my crew stays devoted
While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs yall ****** toted
Ill be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded
But no exucses, i still get the loosest
When ricos in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this
So back the **** up like we told you last time
Cause its the liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes
Chorus : repeat 4x
We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!
Verse two: j-ro
I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states
Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who
De la, and quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)
Now its like ****, make room, move your ass out my way
Bay-bee, bay-bee
With all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?
Lets have a celebration like kool and the gang
I bring it all the way back, like a punk return
I rock some spots and call more shots than chick hearns
The only mc i like is amante
I was drinkin asi spumante wit cha auntie
Bust them lyrics shots from the akg
When it comes to style and finesse, im the epitome
Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer
Higher than a jet, like stet im on fire
Causin pain like a runaway train you dont stop
Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top
Im the j-r-o, not j-e-r-u
And you know what we came to do , bottoms up!
Chorus
Verse three: king tee
When you hear screams, that means king tee walked in
The adverti*****t, and that *****s bent
Raise up off the wall, *****es last call
Ready for the ruckus, pushin ************s off the stage
Teelas got a brand new gauge
So make room, for the crew with beats that
I got a complex i guess i bust best with stress
A mess, dont bring that **** to the west, cause
Uhhh, i bring drama, like jeffery dahmer
Choppin up mcs with they mama
Ah-hah! oops i made a funny with the dozens
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins
Super *****s comin! faster than a bullet
Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children
And dont even trip cause the alkaholiks funk dont cease
Tash im up out this piece
Chorus (repeat until fades)
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