[{"id":7069689,"name":"Bottoms Up","trackName":"Bottoms Up","artistName":"Tha Alkaholiks","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tash\n\nYes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\nBack to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\nWho we got, we got, we got\nWe got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\nCause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\nMC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n\nMC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\nThey write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\nYOu're not a true hip-hop person\nSpend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\nI send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\nWith the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\nYou better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\nFore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\nYou're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\nWhile the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\nDisaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\nTo get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\nCause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\nWhile MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\nI got em, left without no watchers\nWhile I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\nI rock loaded, I never get promoted\nBut through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\nWhile you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\nI'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\nBut no exucses, I still get the loosest\nWhen RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\nSo back the fuck up like we told you last time\nCause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n\nRepeat 4X\n\nWe can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nI wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\nReminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\nBanned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\nDe La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\nNow it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\nBay-bee, bay-bee\nWIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\nLet's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\nI bring it all the way back, like a punk return\nI rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\nThe only MC I like is Amante\nI was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\nBust them lyrics shots from the AKG\nWhen it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\nHit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\nHigher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\nCausin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\nDrop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\nI'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\nAnd you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n\nThree: King Tee\n\nWhen you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\nThe advertisement, and that nigga's bent\nRaise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\nReady for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\nTeela's got a brand new gauge\nSo Make Room, for the crew with beats that\nI got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\nA mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\nUhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\nChoppin up MC's with they mama\nAh-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(Repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] While MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] Higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (Repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks\n  album: Coast II Coast\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Tash\n  start_ms: 160\n  end_ms: 3880\n- text: Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n  start_ms: 3880\n  end_ms: 5670\n- text: Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n  start_ms: 5670\n  end_ms: 7520\n- text: Who we got, we got, we got\n  start_ms: 7520\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 12070\n- text: Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n  start_ms: 12070\n  end_ms: 13960\n- text: MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n  start_ms: 13960\n  end_ms: 16640\n- text: MC's in ninety-five, MC's in 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Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up (Feat. 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Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(Repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] While MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] Higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (Repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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King T","albumName":"Coast II Coast","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Tash\n\nYes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\nBack to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\nWho we got, we got, we got\nWe got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\nCause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\nMC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\nMC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n\nMC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\nThey write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\nYOu're not a true hip-hop person\nSpend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\nI send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\nWith the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\nYou better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\nFore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\nYou're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\nwhile the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\nDisaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\nTo get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\nCause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\nwhile MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\nI got em, left without no watchers\nWhile I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\nI rock loaded, I never get promoted\nBut through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\nWhile you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\nI'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\nBut no exucses, I still get the loosest\nWhen RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\nSo back the fuck up like we told you last time\nCause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n\nRepeat 4X\n\nWe can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n\nTwo: J-Ro\n\nI wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\nReminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\nBanned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\nDe La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\nNow it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\nBay-bee, bay-bee\nWIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\nLet's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\nI bring it all the way back, like a punk return\nI rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\nThe only MC I like is Amante\nI was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\nBust them lyrics shots from the AKG\nWhen it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\nHit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\nhigher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\nCausin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\nDrop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\nI'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\nAnd you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n\nThree: King Tee\n\nWhen you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\nThe advertisement, and that nigga's bent\nRaise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\nReady for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\nTeela's got a brand new gauge\nSo Make Room, for the crew with beats that\nI got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\nA mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\nUhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\nChoppin up MC's with they mama\nAh-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\nThe one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\nSuper Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\nLeapin over buildings, wavin at the children\nAnd don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\nTash I'm up out this piece\n\n(repeat until fades)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Tash\n[00:03.88] Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!\n[00:05.67] Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!\n[00:07.52] Who we got, we got, we got\n[00:09.32] We got the Liks, we got the Liks, we got the Liks\n[00:12.07] Cause MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:13.96] MC's in ninety-five that think they rock like\n[00:16.64] MC's in ninety-five, MC's in ninety-five\n[00:19.36] MC's in ninety-five that swear they rock live\n[00:22.11] MC's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin\n[00:23.96] They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in\n[00:26.68] YOu're not a true hip-hop person\n[00:28.66] Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions\n[00:31.35] I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group\n[00:34.03] With the ninety minute demo sounding just like Snoop\n[00:36.84] You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone\n[00:38.60] Fore I leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones\n[00:41.38] You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin\n[00:44.14] while the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch\n[00:46.89] Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill\n[00:48.63] To get me out your system takes more than Golden Seal\n[00:51.48] Cause I bust so many flows I gotta file my shit in columns\n[00:54.11] while MC's be goin down like Olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom\n[00:56.86] I got em, left without no watchers\n[00:59.65] While I be housin niggaz like they put up for adoption\n[01:01.46] I rock loaded, I never get promoted\n[01:04.22] But through the bullshit my crew stays devoted\n[01:06.95] While you be bustin lyrics bout the funs y'all niggaz toted\n[01:09.63] I'll be standin like a b-boy with both arms folded\n[01:12.42] But no exucses, I still get the loosest\n[01:14.25] When RIco's in the house tryin to grab the mic and juice this\n[01:16.90] So back the fuck up like we told you last time\n[01:18.70] Cause it's the Liks in the house with the ninety-five rhymes\n[01:21.51] Repeat 4X\n[01:24.22] We can do out thing (we can do our thing), bottoms up!\n[01:40.63] Two: J-Ro\n[01:42.49] I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights\n[01:44.38] Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states\n[01:47.07] Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who\n[01:49.75] De La, and Quest, we made the crowd say yes (yes)\n[01:52.50] Now it's like fuck, Make Room, move your ass out my way\n[01:55.23] Bay-bee, bay-bee\n[01:57.04] WIth all these hoes around clwon, why you wanna bang?\n[01:59.86] Let's have a celebration like Kool and the Gang\n[02:02.59] I bring it all the way back, like a punk return\n[02:04.38] I rock some spots and call more shots than Chick Hearns\n[02:07.00] The only MC I like is Amante\n[02:09.89] I was drinkin Asi Spumante wit cha auntie\n[02:12.56] Bust them lyrics shots from the AKG\n[02:14.34] When it comes to style and finesse, I'm the epitome\n[02:17.19] Hit a beat, make em all retire, flyer\n[02:19.89] higher than a jet, like Stet I'm on fire\n[02:22.53] Causin pain like a runaway train you don't stop\n[02:24.40] Drop the track, now watch it flow back to the top\n[02:27.17] I'm the J-R-O, not J-E-R-U\n[02:29.90] And you know what we came to do, bottoms up!\n[02:50.87] Three: King Tee\n[02:51.79] When you hear screams, that means King Tee walked in\n[02:54.44] The advertisement, and that nigga's bent\n[02:57.20] Raise up off the wall, bitches Last Call\n[02:59.91] Ready for the ruckus, pushin motherfuckers off the stage\n[03:03.59] Teela's got a brand new gauge\n[03:04.51] So Make Room, for the crew with beats that\n[03:07.22] I got a complex I guess I bust best with stress\n[03:09.90] A mess, don't bring that shit to the West, cause\n[03:12.73] Uhhh, I bring drama, like Jeffery Dahmer\n[03:15.45] Choppin up MC's with they mama\n[03:18.20] Ah-hah! Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n[03:20.02] The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n[03:22.72] Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n[03:25.55] Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n[03:28.22] And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n[03:30.96] Tash I'm up out this piece\n[03:32.80] (repeat until fades)\n[03:55.69] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bottoms Up\n  artist: Tha Alkaholiks feat. 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Oops I made a funny with the dozens\n  The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins\n  Super Nigga's comin! Faster than a bullet\n  Leapin over buildings, wavin at the children\n  And don't even trip cause the Alkaholiks funk don't cease\n  Tash I'm up out this piece\n\n  (repeat until fades)\n"}]