oh As I stand in the back I can hear the bass smack Like oh like oh My swagas right but I don't need it I know you doubt it That's just how you feel about
if you feel that way, go ahead and kiss your baby Now we've got the whole stadium in love like that Turn on the lights, give me a mic I'm about to sing
I just hate stupid people. They should have to wear signs that just say I'm stupid. That way you wouldn't rely on them, would you? You wouldn't ask them
it up, turn it up, turn it up I like that drum when it goes, boom tih-boom tih-boom Let's dance! What the weekend, what the night is all about Let's
, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Yall
better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! Go Ice get busy (x2) Go Evil Get busy (X2) Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that
the Crypt and the Dark Side Another fly murder, another suicide Did these flicks have an influence on my brain? I really doubt that shit I think that
blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope this something that you never forget Tie that freak
E rocks it [Incomprehensible] straight from my heart My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds Rock you all
grip Protect your clan cause we're about to trip Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide The weak from the rest ( ? ) can't survive [ ROUND 2: Divine Styler ] Syndicate's housin all
that they're rich and that they keep cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that
Make it funky) Stupid fly, it's got to the F U N K why? So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce Manipulate the bass gain give
(I'm yo' Pusha) Of Pharrell from the Neptunes And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha) The world is about to feel Something (I'm yo' Pusha) That
Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles I think about more
listening to the sounds, that are vibrating your speakers, please do not be alarmed, It will not hurt u at all, for it is the real, 4 all my real, niggas
to the crib, let all hang out Where soulful people knows, what it's about, ah Going down to the crib and let it all hang out, ah Where soulful people knows, what it's about
culture Never mind the TV Just want to hear music Down at the 303 This is a rhyme about how good music can be How mean are its bass lines its melodies
some thoughts in my head that were making me feel high on my head was a hoodi in my ears was some bass was walking by my dog when I saw that sexy
