| Yeah
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| Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach x2
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| Afroman, Double H, Double C
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| Double OG, Checking in the double tree
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| Colt 45, No Bubbley
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| Cops give me trouble, but they still don’t trouble me
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| Hit the lights, read my rights
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| Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don’t care
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| Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh)
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| Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp)
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| Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
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| I don’t know, Shutup bitch, I’m in my own zone
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| Turn the music up, and leave me alone
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| Put your hands up if you’re with me (ooh)
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| Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)
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| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
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| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
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| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air
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| The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule
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| Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew
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| Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain
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| Palms in the air, cause it’s a Palmdale thang
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| Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh)
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| If you’re real short, stand up in a chair (uh)
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| If you ain’t quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette
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| Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can
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| If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute
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| Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don’t want the bottle
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| To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around
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| Bottle in the air, chugging it down
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| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
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| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
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| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air
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| Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground
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| Stagger to the bar, get another round
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| If you got alot of money, than share
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| I’m sure another alcoholic will care
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| Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it’s good
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| Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old
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| Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
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| Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail
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| Take a little time out for yourself
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| Cause Afroman is good for your health
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| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
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| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
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| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beer Bottle Up, artist - Afroman. Album song 4ro: 20, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп