Bottoms Up Lyrics
| Song | Bottoms Up |
| Artist | Tha Alkaholiks |
| Album | Coast II Coast |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：tash | |
| Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! | |
| Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz! | |
| Who we got, we got, we got | |
| We got the liks, we got the liks, we got the liks | |
| Cause mc's in ninety-five, mc's in ninety-five | |
| Mc's in ninety-five that think they rock like | |
| Mc's in ninety-five, mc's in ninety-five | |
| Mc's in ninety-five that swear they rock live | |
| Verse one: | |
| Mc's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin | |
| They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in | |
| You're not a true hip-hop person | |
| Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions | |
| I send this shit out to all them niggaz 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 | |
| You're rootin and tootin but ain't 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 shit in columns | |
| While mc's be goin down like olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom | |
| I got em, left without no watchers | |
| While i be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption | |
| I rock loaded, i never get promoted | |
| But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted | |
| While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted | |
| I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded | |
| But no exucses, i still get the loosest | |
| When rico's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this | |
| So back the fuck up like we told you last time | |
| Cause it's 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 it's like fuck, make room, move your ass out my way | |
| Bay-bee, bay-bee | |
| With all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang? | |
| Let's 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, i'm the epitome | |
| Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer | |
| Higher than a jet, like stet i'm on fire | |
| Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop | |
| Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top | |
| I'm 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 advertisement, and that nigga's bent | |
| Raise up off the wall, bitches last call | |
| Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage | |
| Teela's 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, don't bring that shit to the west, cause | |
| Uhhh, i bring drama, like jeffery dahmer | |
| Choppin up mc's with they mama | |
| Ah-hah! oops i made a funny with the dozens | |
| The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins | |
| Super nigga's comin! faster than a bullet | |
| Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children | |
| And don't even trip cause the alkaholiks funk don't cease | |
| Tash i'm up out this piece | |
| Chorus (repeat until fades) |
| Intro: tash | |
| Yes yes yes yes yes yeahhehahaha! | |
| Back to drown ya' ll motherfuckaz! | |
| Who we got, we got, we got | |
| We got the liks, we got the liks, we got the liks | |
| Cause mc' s in ninetyfive, mc' s in ninetyfive | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive that think they rock like | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive, mc' s in ninetyfive | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive that swear they rock live | |
| Verse one: | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive they need way more rehearsin | |
| They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in | |
| You' re not a true hiphop person | |
| Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions | |
| I send this shit out to all them niggaz 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 | |
| You' re rootin and tootin but ain' t did no shootin | |
| While the freshest hiphop, 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 shit in columns | |
| While mc' s be goin down like olympiads that slalom, rockbottom | |
| I got em, left without no watchers | |
| While i be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption | |
| I rock loaded, i never get promoted | |
| But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted | |
| While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y' all niggaz toted | |
| I' ll be standin like a bboy with both arms folded | |
| But no exucses, i still get the loosest | |
| When rico' s in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this | |
| So back the fuck up like we told you last time | |
| Cause it' s the liks in the house with the ninetyfive rhymes | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| We can do out thing we can do our thing, bottoms up! | |
| Verse two: jro | |
| I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights | |
| Reminesce about the shows we did in fourtyeight states | |
| Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who | |
| De la, and quest, we made the crowd say yes yes | |
| Now it' s like fuck, make room, move your ass out my way | |
| Baybee, baybee | |
| With all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang? | |
| Let' s 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, i' m the epitome | |
| Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer | |
| Higher than a jet, like stet i' m on fire | |
| Causin pain like a runaway train you don' t stop | |
| Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top | |
| I' m the jro, not jeru | |
| 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 advertisement, and that nigga' s bent | |
| Raise up off the wall, bitches last call | |
| Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage | |
| Teela' s 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, don' t bring that shit to the west, cause | |
| Uhhh, i bring drama, like jeffery dahmer | |
| Choppin up mc' s with they mama | |
| Ahhah! oops i made a funny with the dozens | |
| The oneest, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins | |
| Super nigga' s comin! faster than a bullet | |
| Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children | |
| And don' t even trip cause the alkaholiks funk don' t cease | |
| Tash i' m up out this piece | |
| Chorus repeat until fades |
| Intro: tash | |
| Yes yes yes yes yes yeahhehahaha! | |
| Back to drown ya' ll motherfuckaz! | |
| Who we got, we got, we got | |
| We got the liks, we got the liks, we got the liks | |
| Cause mc' s in ninetyfive, mc' s in ninetyfive | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive that think they rock like | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive, mc' s in ninetyfive | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive that swear they rock live | |
| Verse one: | |
| Mc' s in ninetyfive they need way more rehearsin | |
| They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in | |
| You' re not a true hiphop person | |
| Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions | |
| I send this shit out to all them niggaz 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 | |
| You' re rootin and tootin but ain' t did no shootin | |
| While the freshest hiphop, 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 shit in columns | |
| While mc' s be goin down like olympiads that slalom, rockbottom | |
| I got em, left without no watchers | |
| While i be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption | |
| I rock loaded, i never get promoted | |
| But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted | |
| While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y' all niggaz toted | |
| I' ll be standin like a bboy with both arms folded | |
| But no exucses, i still get the loosest | |
| When rico' s in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this | |
| So back the fuck up like we told you last time | |
| Cause it' s the liks in the house with the ninetyfive rhymes | |
| Chorus: repeat 4x | |
| We can do out thing we can do our thing, bottoms up! | |
| Verse two: jro | |
| I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights | |
| Reminesce about the shows we did in fourtyeight states | |
| Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who | |
| De la, and quest, we made the crowd say yes yes | |
| Now it' s like fuck, make room, move your ass out my way | |
| Baybee, baybee | |
| With all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang? | |
| Let' s 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, i' m the epitome | |
| Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer | |
| Higher than a jet, like stet i' m on fire | |
| Causin pain like a runaway train you don' t stop | |
| Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top | |
| I' m the jro, not jeru | |
| 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 advertisement, and that nigga' s bent | |
| Raise up off the wall, bitches last call | |
| Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage | |
| Teela' s 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, don' t bring that shit to the west, cause | |
| Uhhh, i bring drama, like jeffery dahmer | |
| Choppin up mc' s with they mama | |
| Ahhah! oops i made a funny with the dozens | |
| The oneest, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins | |
| Super nigga' s comin! faster than a bullet | |
| Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children | |
| And don' t even trip cause the alkaholiks funk don' t cease | |
| Tash i' m up out this piece | |
| Chorus repeat until fades |
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