Clyde Carson - Bottles Up lyrics

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Clyde Carson - Bottles Up lyrics

Uh yeah, Yeah, Yeah Sho-nuff Team, Bottles up Put em up, yeah Team, Carson Talk to 'em [Clyde Carson] I've been patiently waiting Pacing the pavement Plotting out how to put your face in the placement Something I could play with Something I could lay with Ma I'm in the club I could find a replacement Every club, every city we go Gots to knock something when we out on the road We got so many hoes from head to toe Nothing but dimes and time to get some mo' Trust me, they all love our style They scream for Team they all go wild And dream and cream They flock in piles Here we in the club we see 'em come for miles From East Side Oakland to the bottoms in the west We see who could sideshow, swing and ride best So fresh Team is a household name Nothing but hot boys in a club full of dames Ripped in the club Stay in the club, stay in the club (Yea) Bottles Up Get ripped in the club (Team) Stay in the club, stay in the club (Yea) Bottles Up Get ripped in the club (Team) Ripped in the club (Team) Ripped in the club (Team) Bottles Up (Yea) Bottles Up (Yea) Get ripped in the club [Kaz Kyzah] Now check my styles How I gets down I gets 'round I rep Town How my clique clown Team n***as is fools Got light, got yurple, whatever you choose Checkin' the shoes Ape's is bathing Green and gold, like the A's is playing I put it in layman's for s**ers who lame men They don't understand this Oakland slanguage World Premiere been keep 'em waitin' But I'm back now for you ho-harbors and havens Wan' call your clique over like call waiting Staring at a stunna, that's stargazing Fact remaining, we got it game Hoes wanna say my name, say my name (Kyzah) I take you mane straight to Maine What he do? And f** her down face to frame Face the lame Taaka Vodka, bottles up Absolut on rockers, bottles up Courvoisier, bottles up Or Alizé, bottles up Silver Patron, bottles up Velvet is on, bottles up Ca**is Crème, bottles up Lil' syrup de lean, bottles up In the club I'm stuntin' Off Eighteen-Hundred Lil' eighty-proof Or Grey Goose Bottles Up, Gettin' ripped in the club Yeah, Team

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