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Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Bottoms Up

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Intro: TashYes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!Back to drown ya`ll motherfuckaz!Who we got, we got, we gotWe got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the LiksCause MC`s in ninety-five, MC`s in ninety-fiveMC`s in ninety-five that think they rock likeMC`s in ninety-five, MC`s in ninety-fiveMC`s in ninety-five that swear they rock liveVerse One:MC`s in ninety-five they need way more rehearsinThey write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse inYOu`re not a true hip-hop personSpend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versionsI send this shit out to all them niggaz from that groupWith the ninety minute demo sounding just like SnoopYou better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zoneFore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine conesYou`re rootin and tootin but ain`t did no shootinwhile the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witchDisaster, cock the rhyme flows back to killTo get me out your system takes more than Golden SealCause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columnswhile MC`s be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottomI got em, left without no watchersWhile I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoptionI rock loaded, I never get promotedBut through the bullshit my crew stays devotedWhile you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y`all niggaz totedI`ll be standin like a b-boy with both arms foldedBut no exucses, I still get the loosestWhen RIco`s in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice thisSo back the fuck up like we told you last timeCause it`s the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymesChorus: Repeat 4XWe can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!Verse Two: J-RoI wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weightsReminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight statesBanned in the rest, but we was on tour with whoDe La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)Now it`s like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my wayBay-bee, bay-beeWIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?Let`s have a celebration like Kool and the GangI bring it all the way back, like a punk returnI rock some spots and call more shots than Chick HearnsThe only MC I like is AmanteI was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntieBust them lyrics shots from the AKGWhen it comes to style and finesse, I`m the epitomeHit a beat, make em all retire, flyerhigher than a jet, like Stet I`m on fireCausin pain like a runaway train you don`t stopDrop the track, now watch it flow back to the topI`m the J-R-O, not J-E-R-UAnd you know what we came to do, bottoms up!ChorusVerse Three: King TeeWhen you hear screams, that means King Tee walked inThe advertisement, and that nigga`s bentRaise up off the wall, bitches Last CallReady for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stageTeela`s got a brand new gaugeSo Make Room, for the crew with beats thatI got a complex I guess I bust best with stressA mess, don`t bring that shit to the West, causeUhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery DahmerChoppin up MC`s with they mamaAh-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozensThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousinsSuper Nigga`s comin! Faster than a bulletLeapin over buildings, wavin at the childrenAnd don`t even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don`t ceaseTash I`m up out this pieceChorus (repeat until fades)

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