Lyrics:

One, two, one two three four
(Chorus)
So
Tap the bottle and twist the cap (Come on)
Tap the bottle and twist the cap (Yeah)
Tap the bottle and twist the cap (Bet)
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
Diggady do-re-me-fa-so-la-ti-do I draw back my bozac
I'm taking a track and give it a smack and cutting 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 supertycalifragilisticexpialado-cious
You come any closer to this, I get fero-cious
Toast this rhyme, smoke this rhyme hype
When we rocking 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

Chorus (Repeat 1x)
Well I be comin' around the mountain with my ho Suzanna
I'm peeling off the caps like the hicks in Alabama
Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tooting on my horn
Timberland boot stomping forty drinking born
Malt liquor chug a filter let me rip it then I kick it
Tap it once for my brothers zip 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 buddha 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 Aries Mackin, Ruling Over Nuckle
Heads to the bed, cause Right Said Fred
Lock them up with the beeswax, kick it to em dread
Yo, pass the peas please party pooper, party stop
64 will give ya more if ya scamming on the block
Red top, red top, bust open krill's(?) dope
But if you're drinking too slow you might kiss the steel toe
Just keep the cypher moving everything's be fine
And the forty stops here till I finish my rhyme
Chorus (Repeat 2x)
Balance on the beam, here we go team, hype!
Pass the mic down the line, on time, drop the rhyme
I rope a rope-a-dope smoking with the red beam scoping
Pull a magnum body back and leave a back bone broken
So was a bend a trend I'm sending and I'm cruising for a hit
When I'm just sitting in the outhouse dropping mad shhhhhhhh
Quiet on the set while the crew be getting 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 Q-Tip
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 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 flowing, styles keep growing
We don't brown bag it, the label be showing
And we don't give a damn if the hoes be knowing
From the drip to my lip I like to pass it with a grip
Shorty-Dog is in the cypher, so you better not skip

Chorus (Repeat 2x)