Bottoms Up

Intro: Tash<br><br>Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!<br>Back to drown ya`ll motherfuckaz!<br>Who we got, we got, we got<br>We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks<br>Cause MC`s in ninety-five, MC`s in ninety-five<br>MC`s in ninety-five that think they rock like<br>MC`s in ninety-five, MC`s in ninety-five<br>MC`s in ninety-five that swear they rock live<br><br>Verse One:<br><br>MC`s in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin<br>They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in<br>YOu`re not a true hip-hop person<br>Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions<br>I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group<br>With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop<br>You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone<br>Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones<br>You`re rootin and tootin but ain`t did no shootin<br>while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch<br>Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill<br>To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal<br>Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns<br>while MC`s be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom<br>I got em, left without no watchers<br>While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption<br>I rock loaded, I never get promoted<br>But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted<br>While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y`all niggaz toted<br>I`ll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded<br>But no exucses, I still get the loosest<br>When RIco`s in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this<br>So back the fuck up like we told you last time<br>Cause it`s the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes<br><br>Chorus: Repeat 4X<br><br>We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!<br><br>Verse Two: J-Ro<br><br>I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights<br>Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states<br>Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who<br>De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)<br>Now it`s like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way<br>Bay-bee, bay-bee<br>WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?<br>Let`s have a celebration like Kool and the Gang<br>I bring it all the way back, like a punk return<br>I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns<br>The only MC I like is Amante<br>I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie<br>Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG<br>When it comes to style and finesse, I`m the epitome<br>Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer<br>higher than a jet, like Stet I`m on fire<br>Causin pain like a runaway train you don`t stop<br>Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top<br>I`m the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U<br>And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: King Tee<br><br>When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in<br>The advertisement, and that nigga`s bent<br>Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call<br>Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage<br>Teela`s got a brand new gauge<br>So Make Room, for the crew with beats that<br>I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress<br>A mess, don`t bring that shit to the West, cause<br>Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer<br>Choppin up MC`s with they mama<br>Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens<br>The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins<br>Super Nigga`s comin! Faster than a bullet<br>Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children<br>And don`t even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don`t cease<br>Tash I`m up out this piece<br><br>Chorus (repeat until fades)