Beer Bottle Up Lyrics - 4ro: 20 - Afroman

(Laughing) 

Yeah, 

Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up 

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach x2 

Afroman, Double H, Double C 

Double OG, Checking in the double tree 

Colt 45, No Bubbley 

Cops give me trouble, but they still don't trouble me 

Hit the lights, read my rights 

Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't care 

Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh) 

Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp) 

Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout? 

I don't know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone 

Turn the music up, and leave me alone 

Put your hands up if you're with me (ooh) 

Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!) 

(Chorus 2x) 

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) 

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh) 

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air 

(Chorus 2x) 

The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule 

Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew 

Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain 

Palms in the air, cause it's a Palmdale thang 

Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh) 

If you're real short, stand up in a chair (uh) 

If you ain't quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette 

Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can 

If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute 

Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle 

To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around 

Bottle in the air, chugging it down. 

(Chorus 2x) 

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) 

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh) 

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air 

(Chorus 2x) 

Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground 

Stagger to the bar, get another round 

If you got alot of money, than share 

I'm sure another alcoholic will care 

Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it's good 

Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old 

Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom 

Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail 

Take a little time out for yourself 

Cause Afroman is good for your health 

(Chorus 2x) 

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) 

You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh) 

But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air 

(Chorus 2x)