Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 99 Bottles, artist - Slaine. Album song A World With No Skies 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.08.2011
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
99 Bottles |
| Get your booze |
| Light your blunts up |
| Get your high drugs |
| And we doin it |
| I’ll serve your ass like John McEnroe |
| Put a .45 Colt to the back of your skull |
| Cut my finger on a razorblade baggin up blow |
| Hit the back do' with a little strag and a ho |
| Ho, oh, yeah you heard the news |
| But I’m back from the grave just to murder youse |
| And I’ve been up in the streets kickin curbs in shoes |
| Number one draft pick with the vertical |
| Bleep! |
| Bleep! |
| White men can’t jump, nah |
| But I can dump slugs from a shotgun pump |
| I come from a hood you do not come from |
| If you think I’m no good take a shot dumb dumb |
| Dummy — come and try to take shit from me |
| Little rookie, looky how the cookie’s so crumby |
| I ain’t owe the dealer or the bookie no money |
| I just owe it to the world cause I’m lookin' so funny |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |
| 99 problems and you’re hearin' them all |
| 99 ways, 99 lines |
| 99 rhymes fit 99 times |
| Drink that, sip that |
| Smoke that, sniff that |
| Break that, take that |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |
| She asked 99 times for a sixty-nine |
| And loves how I rhyme with a shifty mind |
| I told her 99 times that the shit was mine |
| Back in ninety-eight the bitch was one sip behind |
| And if I don’t make it I’mma switch to crime |
| But I’m leanin' real hard on this gift of mine |
| Wouldn’t you if you were, spittin' so sewer? |
| Strawberry blunts with the milk and Kahlua |
| … You’re like «What's he think?» |
| Cause a milk and Kahlua is a pussy drink |
| What’s a dime piece worth if her pussy stinks? |
| I have been knocked down and pushed to the brink |
| I stick with the reek cause I reek of the stink |
| So come and take a whiff when I speak what I think |
| I roll up in the club, take a leak in the sink |
| Then I bounce from the spot with a freak in a mink |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |
| 99 problems and you’re hearin' them all |
| 99 ways, 99 lines |
| 99 rhymes fit 99 times |
| Drink that, sip that |
| Smoke that, sniff that |
| Break that, take that |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |
| I’m the cream of the crop with the scheminist plot |
| He’s back from Hell and the demon is hot |
| I’m a nightmare now, are you dreamin' or not? |
| Jumpin' out the whip drunk and I scream at a cop |
| Oh~! |
| I don’t know what you take me as |
| A snake in the grass or maybe I’m an atheist |
| But you motherfuckers scared of my crazy ass |
| I’ll cut you up and put you in a Macy’s bag |
| … and fuck what the media thinks |
| I translate Sally Wong just to read to the |
| … if you don’t get I’m foolin' around |
| I’ll hold your head under the water in a pool 'til you drown |
| Clutching the uzi, shoot her around |
| Poppin' your top off, a beautiful sound |
| So when the city burns down all the looters around |
| Stay stuck in the fuckin' dirt like a root in the ground |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |
| 99 problems and you’re hearin' them all |
| 99 ways, 99 lines |
| 99 rhymes fit 99 times |
| Drink that, sip that |
| Smoke that, sniff that |
| Break that, take that |
| 99 bottles of beer on the wall |