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the alkaholiks - bottoms up كلمات الأغنية

intro: tash

yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!
back to drown ya’ll motherf-ckaz!
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-t out to all them n-gg-z from that group
with the ninety minute demo sounding just like snoop
you better bizzay, your -ss 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, c-ck 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 sh-t 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-gg-z like they put up for adoption
i rock loaded, i never get promoted
but through the bullsh-t my crew stays devoted
while you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y’all n-gg-z 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-ck 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 f-ck, make room, move your -ss 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 advertis-m-nt, and that n-gg-‘s bent
raise up off the wall, b-tches last call
ready for the ruckus, pushin motherf-ckers 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-t 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-gg-‘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)

- the alkaholiks

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