Bottoms Up Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yeah 

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 

MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin' 

They write they booty lyrics 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 excuses, 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 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights 

Reminisce about the shows we did in forty-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 clown, 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 witcha 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 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

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 

Uhh, 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 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

We can do our thing, bottoms up 

(We can do our thing) 

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