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Kottonmouth Kings - Bottoms Up lyrics
That’s about a blunt bitch to be in the ghetto, Motherfuckers you see hangin around liquor stores Turn that shit up like nothing That Sisqo and shit, y’know that O that O.E. The bullet, the bull drop, turn that shit up You liein? Early in the morning turn that shit up BOTTOMS UP Crunk [X5] [chorus X2] [All] Lets smoke a big chunk, Getting high getting loose and get crunk Bottoms Up we gonna make that shit bump Everybody in the place come on jump jump [Daddy X] Its me friends Daddy X again, Roll a fat joint, crack a Heineken, I’m in the back room havin sex again (Ooh not again) Oh yes again I’m addicted, smoked out and placid Bottoms Up y’all raise your shot glasses Shake your asses ladies let it hang out Gotta get down show em what you all about We came to raise hell, Suck the bong, We aint well till sweats drippin off our bong (Last Call) They aint rushin us outta here we goin all night This here is all year (Last Call) We aint leavin here, (Last Call) I said we aint leavin here, We takin over throwin out security, Bottoms up whats up whos with me [Chorus] [Richter] My drinks done, my glass is empty 1,2,3 shots now im feelin friendly (whats up ladies) You wanna tempt me, I love a challenge I been known to drink liquor till I lose my balance We getting drunk, drunk We after crunk, crunk We smoking skunk, skunk We know what you want, want The sticky shit that you only see in pictures, The old G heads know it comes from Johnny Richter Our reputation well it speaks for itself, If you want the bomb shit you better come with some wealth All I got is green crack, cush and skunk 1 Im in a super, super haze in a dumpster son So pack a bowl if you wanna get high, Shit pack 5 go ahead heres my pipe, Fill it up right so it hits her clean It’s the weapon goin out to watch Tell her what I mean [Chorus] White boys do that shit, You throwin that shit down, That beer and shit 12 pack, 48, 24’s 48 White guys drink a lot of fuckin beer God Damn Crunk [X5] [D-Loc] Get crunk, crunk yeah, Get crunk get crunk yeah Give a fuck, roll a blunt He said roll a blunt He said get crunk No he said roll a blunt We getting drunk rockin mikes doin things that you wouldn’t believe Hey yo you need to pass the weed Every day and every night Hey yo mike stop the beat cuz I forgot my rhyme (Fuck where’d I put that shit Hey Patrick have you seen my book) I need to get another drink you know I need another hit I need to take another rip, I need to smoke another cig Y’know the D double dash And im seein state lit You know the Kottonmouth Kings is killin this shit (Yeah) You got sumthin to say you need to say it right now Cuz you cant deny that I move the crowd Bottoms Up motherfuckers we 10 years deep Give a fuck what you said, Give a fuck what you think. [chorus X3] |
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