Ark, The - Bottleneck Barbiturate lyrics

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.

Old skool sounds, come down blastin'

all the homies in the house, you know they be maxin'

Coolin' out with style-like back in the days

Representin' the skills, puttin' suckers in their place

Funky fresh-with the most finest

DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress

All the flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies

See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.

Two turntables and a microphone

That's all we need to rock on the show

Bam, bam, bam-are you ready for yes-yes-yal('in)

Get your funky ass up-this is tha last calling

Funky fresh-with the most finest

DJ cuttin' records, so u could impress

All the flygirls, yeah-the sexy ladies

See, ain't no doubt about what's happening later

B-Boys Flygirls throw your hands in the air.

Aah yeah, like you just don't care.