Tha Alkaholiks - Bottoms Up lyrics

Intro: tash Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha! Back to drown ya'll motherf**az! 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 sh** out to all them n***az from that group With the ninety minute demo sounding just like snoop You better bizzay, your a** 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, co*k the rhyme flows back to k** To get me out your system takes more than golden seal Cause i bust so many flows i gotta file my sh** 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 n***az like they put up for adoption I rock loaded, i never get promoted But through the bullsh** my crew stays devoted While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all n***az 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 f** 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, k** 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 f**, make room, move your a** 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 n***a's bent Raise up off the wall, b**hes last call Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 n***a'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)