I'm all out of the tune But what you don't know You lift me off the ground You're inspiration You help me find myself Just like a bass line in half
rising out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up in purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco Make notes, burn like broken equipment Looking for
wired Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds I got kidnapped they took me to D.C. Have me working underground building missiles for
up onto dry land. For those of you taking notes, this is a fine practical example of Newton's First Law of Motion, which clearly states that for every
boy of company B. A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot. He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm. He can't blow a note unless a bass and guitar
boy of company B A root, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot, he blows it eight to the bar In boogie rhythm, he can't blow a note unless a bass And guitar is
they buff me, niggers don't love me now I'm tipped out Now I'm coming fresh from the detail shop Going to the lee-male spots Looking for the female cock I feel the bass
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
' splasher Four-packer, Southside nigga spittin' coke at ya This is for the fronters and the naysayers I'm about to scare away the drummers and the bass
Swollen is back to reclaim the throne [Chorus:] Kingdom come, bass lines and bring them drums This is game time play mine we're number one Kingdom come, bass
HAVE FUN!!!! [Shorty No Mas] Can I kicks it? I kicks it for the others so I kick it for you I gotta nag a dog and note to Billy - I gets down Sound's
he kinda hittin? I ain?t bullshittin? Written into the fellowship, you know freestyle Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice Abstract, bust this, this track ain?t for
's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you y'knowI'msayin'? (L.A.W. this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin'? Puttin it down for the Aftermath
thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon 'cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass go boom But shhh, you
lend an ear. (chorus) Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear. And the high notes come from you and me For we will
comin Imma stay up for it Imma chase that money You can wait up for it Imma kick to the snare Imma boom to the bass What more can i say I cant feel my
on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in
not a squeezer And most definitely, not a dick pleaser You dreaming and scheming And fending for my lust You don't have enough for you I feel disgust, wait, smoke things I hate For