chump like a candle. Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states
man ask for Dance - Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killin' your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly - when I play a dope melody Anything less
I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers Whats leakin up out of yo
of Royal Badness Well it's the Lah, T-I-F-A-H While I say my rhyme, Mark creates The direct hi-tech sound of the dope noise The bass will pound,
Jack those jills shake your Playtex rock 3 stripes not the asics A.D.I.D.A.S old school cos it's the best - yes Tk max cost less yes Jackson looks a mess
fine wine she's going straight to my head The woman in red ([Background]-The woman in red) The woman in red (See the woman in red) I'll settle for nothing less
yo, ice-cube chillin Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin [ ROUND 2: Hen-Gee ] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Don't hang out with suckers worth less
gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate now all eyes on me, pay it now I skipped the line for free Bass
'mon From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass
me All on the wave length buck to the bang Why they gotta stay and make me faint? War paint, walk the plank Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain'
care less about your genus I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel Trunk-rattlin' what's happenin', huh? I don't even think I need to speed Bass
These are the tales These are the tales that I tell so well (Tune in to the History Channel) These are the tales (Learn a lesson biatch) These are the
So, now you know it ain't a damn thang changed up Stayin' true to the streets since we came up So, blame us for bringin' you the game plus Much bass
sellin' coke I want to be free, ohh yeah (And that's the truth) I want to be free, ohh yeah I be in Oakland, California every day of my life Bass so
happened since The Mack was out Rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, nineties style, you find a style Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit Put me on a bass
the right you bust a left in a hurry We ridin' and drankin' rollin' blunts and smokin' The car fogged up 'cause there ain't no windows open The bass