Tap the Bottle Young Black Teenagers

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