Nametag Alexander & Timestretch – “More Shots” (Official Visualizer)

In Good Timing EP (link below)

https://bfan.link/in-good-timing

“More Shots” is the official single from Nametag Alexander’s “In Good Timing” EP with Producer, California native; Timestretch. It’s a metaphor onslaught as Nametag breaks down the skillset of an MC, but from the perspective of a Bartender serving drinks.

“More Shots” is featured on Tag’s “In Good Timing” EP produced entirely by California native; Timestretch available now on all apps to buy and stream music.

Lyrics:

Cheers! Yea man salut
Bars like Henny served hot
You don’t need it on the rocks
Straight, no chaser take some Vodka shots
I serve liquid courage through the sickest
Of verses, chicks encouraged they insist
On leaving a tip from their purses
Hangover, you barely made it to church
Service, to get the word pay attention
Can’t be missin’ words, happy hour spittin’
Missin’ work, in return lyrically I’m a
Pitcher of liquor that you mix with syrup
Leen, my sixteen’s like sippin’ that smurf
Enough of that blue muthaf**ka’ll probably
Itch ya nerves, when the flow right it’s
Never a slow night, chuggin’ at the pub
Like f**k it guzzle the whole pint, My buzz
Got everybody watchin’ me tipsy, so to
Their sight I only appear as a strobe light
Got ‘em gone ‘cause the flow ‘Tag be on
Is not Norm, got damn’t I’m Sam Malone

Call me the bartender
Call me the bartender
Just call me the bartender
Come and take a shot
With the bartender
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots

Playin’ my music in the ride is drunk
Drivin’ you punch drunk from the
Punchlines after one time, I’m
Crem de le creme you see on
The shelf, my lady could tell you
I can go for Tequila myself
Finish the liter complete with
A belch, get waster off rap
‘Til inconveniently depleting your
Health I’m over ya with rhymes
Kickin’ that Corona with the lime
When I deliver de-stroyin’ ya
Liver over time, too many artists
Servin’ that watered down compare
Their sound to margaritas with
The salt around it’s soft, not at all
My style I serve rounds feelin’
Like the proof doubled by mixin’
White with the brown, type of s**t
Start a bar fight in the crowd ‘cause
Security threw somebody out for
Tryin’ to light the loud rhymes I’m
Recitin’ out amazin’ to y’all when
You play the song feelin’ the
Way I’m droppin’ the Jager bombs

Call me the bartender
Call me the bartender
Just call me the bartender
Come and take a shot
With the bartender
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots
One shot, two shot
Three shot, more shots