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Tap The Bottle Lyrics By Young Black Teenagers

    tap the bottle and twist the cap
    tap the bottle and twist the cap
    tap the bottle and twist the cap
    and pass it around the crew be cause the crew be all that

    hey yo hickory dickory dock i’m under the brooklyn block yes
    who’s the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest
    diggatie doremefasolatido i draw back my bozac
    i take it in track and give it a smack and cuttin no slack jack
    okay here i go shorty tap the forty o smash
    to a pass if ya crash make a dash to the trash
    tap the cap have a lot and not a lot not a little
    don’t grade upon the label take a guzzle don’t dribble
    i got the supercalafragileisticexpialadoucious
    you’re comin too close a to this i get ferocious
    coax this rhyme smoke this rhyme hype
    when we rockin upon the mic we rock the mic right
    pass the funnel to the tunnel i get busy till i’m dizzy
    never pass it to get fizzy cause the god gets busy who is he
    damn just pass it cold the cipher
    when i hit the dread spot i buy a can of red stripe so

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    well i be comin’ around the mountain with my ho suzanna
    i’m peelin off the caps like the hicks in alabama
    check the grammar and the stamina i’m tootin’ on my horn
    timberland boot stompin’ forty drinkin born
    malt liquor chug a filter let me rip it then i kick it
    tap it once for my brothers sip it then i sip it
    so xerox the zip code i’m in the mode perfecto
    hallelujah here i go watch me flow and let go
    trouble shooter smoke the buddah rule like a dictator
    used to hit the fader now i play the commentator
    so let me swing it from the rhyme to the concrete jungle
    with the king areis mackin rulin’ over knuckle
    heads to the bed cause right said fred
    lock em up with the beeswax kick it to em dread
    yo pass the peas please party trooper party stop
    64 will give ya more if ya scammin on the block
    red top red top bust open krill’s dope
    but if you’re drinkin too slow you might kiss the steel toe
    just keep the cypher movin’ everything’s be fine
    and the forty’s stops here till i finish my rhyme

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    balance on the beam here we go team hype
    pass the mic down the line on time drop the rhyme
    i rope a ropeadope smokin with the red beam scopin’
    pull a magnum body back and leave a back bone broken
    so was a bend a trend i’m sendin and i’m cruisin’ for a hit
    when i’m just sittin’ in the outhouse droppin mad shhhhhhhh
    quiet on the set while the crew be gettin’ wrecked
    and if your stunned by the bunch i have a hunch you should step
    so pass me the crazy straw and let me do the qtip
    what is a forty if i can’t take a sip
    sometimes i drive slow sometimes i drive fast
    sometimes i’m on e sometimes i get gas
    so check the stress sure to step to the left
    with an oe tap on the top pass it back
    give a tap to the child pass it sorry keep it goin
    down my throat i keep it flowin styles keep growin’
    we don’t brown bag it the label be showin’
    and we don’t give a damn if the hoes be knowin’
    from the drip to my lip i like to pass it with a grip
    shortydog is in the cypher so you better not skip

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    Artist: Young Black Teenagers

    Year: 1993

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 343