Bottoms Up

Intro：tash

Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!

Back to drown ya'll **********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 **** out to all them ****** 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 **** 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 ****** like they put up for adoption

I rock loaded, i never get promoted

But through the ******** my crew stays devoted

While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all ****** 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 **** 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, kill 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 ****, make room, move your ass 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 adverti*****t, and that *****'s bent

Raise up off the wall, *****es last call

Ready for the ruckus, pushin ************s 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 **** 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 *****'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)