oggi sono qui e so chi sono.. nello stesso posto, lo stesso uomo e quindi mi sento un poco di buono che prova ad essere un poco piu buono.. il posto
't control her So lucky on me, I was just like a clover Shorty was hot like a toaster Sorry but I had to fold her Like a pornography poster She showed
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought
Out on the highway a lot of pretty girls go by But none have been right Up until today I would never settle down But you keep comming around And your
wear the mask but how long will it last I thought he was the wonder and I was stunned by his lips Taking sips sipping Amaretto sour with a twist Shook my hips to the 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'
Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta End Live DrumsGuitar: Concetta Percussion: Curtis End Bass
beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass
I'm a full time hustla posted on the block Got to get it to live and I'm never going to stop Now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta When me ride through
while they jogging No shirt on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight At the ball game, jumped down and stole the base Some muthafuckas said it was bass Silly
by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the bass I'm Ghost faced
get wasted So high you can't hear the music But you feel it when the bass hits The atmosphere like the first year Freak bass hit every body's heart goes
sacks of boom, in my room at the Ramada Four tanks in your memory banks to fill up I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe Most can play high post
My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling, running in place But can't seem to finish the race See dudes get whopped in the face Get plucked like a bass
coupe is a Targa I?ve been in and outta lanes with a Porsche playing frogger I?ll never be a blogger, I?m too much of a buyer post it, don?t have it at
, that's why I play more juke More bounce, more club, more wave, core A southsider, that's why I stay more Thump more, club more, bass more, flavor You
amplify this, turn up the bass Yo the banana peels are carefully placed So keep your shell toes carefully laced The illest nigga got peppered and maced Now amplify this turn up the bass
Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it Realest nigga in it, when I'm riding it be tinted And the trunk looks like it's dented 'cause the bass is at