Soundtracks - Tap The Bottle by Young Black Teenagers lyrics

(Chorus) Tap the bottle and twist the cap Tap the bottle and twist the cap Tap the bottle and twist the cap And pa** it around the crew be cause the crew be all that Hey yo, hickory dickory dock I'm under the Brooklyn block yes Who's the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest Diggatie do re me fa so la ti do I drop back my prozac I take it in track and give it a smack and cuttin no slack, jack Okay here I go Shorty tap the forty O smash To a pa**, if ya crash make a dash to the trash Tap a cap, have alot and not alot not a little Don't grade upon the label take a guzzle, don't dribble I got the supercalafragileisticexpialadoucious You're commin to close to this, I get ferocious Coax this rhyme, smoke this rhyme hype When we rock it up on the mic, we rock the mic right Pa** the funnel to the tunnel like it's busy till I'm dizzy Never pa** it to get fizzy cause the guard gets busy who is he? Damn just pa** the code decipher when I hit the dress bottom buy a can of Red Stripe Chorus (Repeat 1x) Well I be commin' around the mountain with my hoe Suzanna I'm peelin off the caps like the hicks in Alabama Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tootin' on my horn Timberland boot stompin' forty drink it more Malt liquor chug a filter let me rip it then I kick it Tap it once for my brothers sip it then I sip it So Xerox the zip code I'm in them all perfect-o Halelijuia here I go watch me flow and let go Trouble shooter smoke the buddah rule like a dictator Used to hit the fader now I play the commentator So let me swing it from the rhyme to the concrete jungle With the king heir's mackin, rulin' over knuckle Hits to the bed, cause Right Said Fred Lock em up with the bee's wax, kick it to em dred Yo, pa** the peas please party pooper party stops 64 will give ya more if ya scammin on the block Red top red top bust open till ya stop But if you're drinkin too slow you might kiss the steel toe Just keep the sud from movin' everything's be fine And the forty's stops here till I finish my rhyme Chorus (Repeat 2x) Balance on the beam, here we go team hike Pa** the mic down the line on time drop the rhyme I rope a Rope-a-dope smokin with the red beam scopin' Pull a magnum body back and leave a back bone broken So was a bend a trend I'm sendin and I'm cruisin' for a hit When I'm just sittin' in the outhouse droppin mad shhhhhhhh Quiet on the set while the crew be gettin' wrecked And if your stunned by the Bud I have a hunch you should step So pa** me the crazy straw and let me do the Q-Tip What is a forty if I can't take a sip? Sometimes I drive slow sometimes I drive fast Sometimes I'm on E sometimes I get gas So check the stress sure to step to the left With the no E tap on the top pa** it back Give a tap to the child, pa** it, sorry, keep it goin Down my throat I keep it flowin, styles keep growin' We don't brown bag it, the label be showin' And we don't give a damn if the hoe's be knowin' From the drip to my lip I like to pa** it with a grip Shorty-Dog is in the cypher, so you better not skip Chorus (Repeat 2x)