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Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thing
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walking bank
Tell me what you drink, tell me what you think
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, more juice to the guys, now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride, hatin'-ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
My vision's blurred, my word's slurred
It's jammed packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryin' to leave though
We drunk so let's get B-yo, alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, more juice to the guys, now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride, hatin'-ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, every single cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
Can I get that 'Tron, can I get that Remy?
Can I get that coke, can I get that Henny?
Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock, rocks?
Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim?
Trey, I was like yo', Trey
Do you think you could buy me
A bottle of Ros

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Jean-Baptiste Illinois Jacquet (October 31, 1922 - July 22, 2004) was a jazz tenor saxophonist most famous for his solo on "Flying Home". He is better known simply as Illinois Jacquet. Although he was a pioneer of the honking tenor sax that became a regular feature of jazz playing and a hallmark of rock and roll, he was a skilled and melodic improviser, both on up-tempo tunes and ballads. He doubled on the bassoon, one of only a few jazz musicians to use this instrument.

Read more about Illinois Jacquet on Last.fm.


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