Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottles & Up, artist - Benzino. Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bottles & Up |
| Yeah, yeah Storch |
| That’s what I’m talkin' about, my nigga |
| Bottles &up, BS what up, nigga? |
| Bottles &up, no’s and G’s know |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| The club, shorty what get buck |
| The club, real G’s roll up |
| The club, fight it out get drunk |
| The club, act wild, tear it up |
| Introducin' the nemesis, you’ve heard of me |
| Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level |
| I’m a bad motherfucka, stones colored, illuminatin' |
| Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the niggas hate it |
| Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar |
| Incredible with these lyrics, I’m only gettin' better |
| I’m on a sour, my niggas, we poppin' vouf man |
| Don’t want no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man |
| Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it’s nothin', dawg |
| Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' somethin' off |
| Soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off |
| Grab your chick and head to the floor, I’m callin' all the dawgs |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| The club, shorty what get buck |
| The club, real G’s roll up |
| The club, fight it out get drunk |
| The club, act wild, tear it up |
| This one’s for my niggas got felonies, we’s haulin' at the bar |
| Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she fuckin' with the hulk |
| We continue to roll and blow the best trees |
| Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D’s |
| Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles &up |
| That’s if you like me, you got keys (?) |
| Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip |
| Now the game is over, I’m on a mission ain’t finished until I’m done |
| Make the crowd move wild like I’m bustin' the gun |
| Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off |
| You’re callin' security, now it’s |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| The club, shorty what get buck |
| The club, real G’s roll up |
| The club, fight it out get drunk |
| The club, act wild, tear it up |
| (Bottles &up) |
| Apologies are never accepted, I’m on another level |
| Probably try to get me arrested because I’m so ghetto |
| So many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas |
| Who want to ride or die with me |
| Poured a bottle out for homies who ain’t here |
| Incarcerated niggas with numbers be gettin' mad years |
| I’m number 34, beyond all the glory |
| I’m the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', nigga |
| Zino king of the city, I’m 'bout to lock it down |
| Silly rap get smacked, let’s get it poppin' now |
| Big dawg and I dop it the best |
| I’m in the club with a code million debt on my chest |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky |
| My niggas don’t dance 'cause we all gettin' high |
| Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side |
| Keep gettin' money till the day that I die |
| The club, shorty what get buck |
| The club, real G’s roll up |
| The club, fight it out get drunk |
| The club, act wild, tear it up |
| Bottles &up |
| Boston get it poppin' |
| Bottles &up |
| MIA get it poppin' |
| Bottles &up |
| New York get it poppin |
| Ounces &up |
| LA get it poppin' |
| Bottles &up |
| Philadelphia get it poppin' |
| Bottles &up |
| ATL keep it poppin' |
| Bottles &up |
| Chi-Town get it poppin' |
| Ounces &up |
| Zino, uggy what up nigga |
| (Bottles &up) |
| Yeah |
| (Bottles &up) |