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)