Bottoms Up

To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal
When Rico's in the house tryin' to grab the mic and juice this

I bring it all the way back, like a punk return
I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights
I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group
Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch
(We can do our thing)
Move your ass out my way, bay bee, bay bee
Tash I'm up out this piece
When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in
(We can do our thing)
While MC's be goin' down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom
We can do our thing, bottoms up

(We can do our thing)
(We can do our thing)
(We can do our thing)
Leapin' over buildings, wavin' at the children
Ah-hah, oops I made a funny with the dozens

Who we got, we got, we got
MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like

And don't even trip 'cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease
Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top

MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin'
I was drinkin' Asi Spumante witcha auntie
(We can do our thing)
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin' wack versions
Choppin' up MC's with they mama
(We can do our thing)
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill

While you be bustin' lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted
You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone
Higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire

Hit a beat, make 'em all retire, flyer
You're not a true hip-hop person
I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns
But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted
While I be housin' niggaz like they put up for adoption

And you know what we came to do, bottoms up
We can do our thing, bottoms up
You're rootin' and tootin' but ain't did no shootin'

'Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five
Now it's like fuck, Make Room
But no excuses, I still get the loosest
The advertisement, and that nigga's bent

'Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes

(We can do our thing)
We can do our thing, bottoms up
When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins

'Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones
We can do our thing, bottoms up
Teela's got a brand new gauge
Reminisce about the shows we did in forty-eight states
We can do our thing, bottoms up
(Yes)
With all these hoes around clown, why you wanna bang?
We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks

I'll be standin' like a b-boy with both arms folded
So Make Room, for the crew with beats that
They write they booty lyrics then they add they little curse in
'Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns
Ready for the ruckus, pushin' motherfuckers off the stage

I rock loaded, I never get promoted

The only MC I like is Amante
I'm the J R O, not J E R U
A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, 'cause
We can do our thing, bottoms up

I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress
Super Nigga's comin' faster than a bullet

MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live

With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop
We can do our thing, bottoms up
De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes
Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who
Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG
Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call
'Causin' pain like a runaway train you don't stop
So back the fuck up like we told you last time
I got 'em, left without no watchers
Uhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer
MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five
We can do our thing, bottoms up