Scott Storch - Bottles & Up (Thug da Club) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Storch That's what I'm talkin' about, my n***a Bottles & up, TS what up, n***a? Bottles & up, O's and G's know [Hook] Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My n***as don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi on the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die (2x) (Thug the club!) Shawty what, get buck (Thug the club!) Real G's roll up (Thug the club!) Fight it out, get drunk (Thug the club!) Act wild, tear it up [Verse 1] Introducin' the Nemesis, you've heard of me Enter the rebel, the legend, the "Rock the Party" took me to another level I'm a bad mothaf**a, stones colored, illuminatin' Pull up to the joint and the girls love it, the n***as hate it Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better I'm on a sour, my n***as, we poppin' vouf man Don't want no bottles for n***as, you 'bout to lose, man Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg Crush you something later fo'sho, she breakin' somethin' off Soon as Zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all of y'all! [Hook] [Verse 2] Most of my n***as got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar Throwin' Hypno and Hennessy, she f**in' with the Hulk We continue to roll and blow the best trees Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea Only bottles & up, that's if you like me, you got keys! I'm feelin' lucky like a Celtic clover Lil' spit, Lil' Flip, now the game is over! I'm on a mission ain't finishin' 'til I'm done Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off You're callin' security, now it's (?) [Hook] [Verse 3] Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto So many victims from homicide Accountable for only thorough n***as Who want to ride or die with me Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here Incarcerated n***as with numbers be givin' mad years I'm number 34, beyond all the glory I'm the truth like the "E! True Hollywood Stories," n***a Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now Big dog and I do it the best I'm in the club with a cold million dead on my chest [Hook] [Outro] (Bottles & up!) Boston get it poppin' (Bottles & up!) MIA get it poppin' (Bottles & up!) New York get it poppin (Ounces & up!) LA get it poppin' (Bottles & up!) Philadelph' get it poppin' (Bottles & up!) ATL keep it poppin' (Bottles & up!) Chi-Town get it poppin' (Ounces and up!) Zino Bumpy, what up n***a? (Bottles & up!) Yeah (Bottles & up!)