Bean I'm a cut you clean, like a sub machine Gun and run it's fun to chase someone in space The shots I pop a top a bass drum We gonna, rock the whole
motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba Got 'em jumpin' I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin {*King T starts speakin, indecipherable*} [King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
down to the love for music Short fuse, determinin' how well we use it Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon Of forty-five caliber bass cannon
just to follow me the sight See on an island, I am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up in yo' face Until you feel the b-b-b-b-bass from this K-K-K-K-K I am
Now I go for mine, shave the seashore Ship-shape, crushed Grapes, Apes that play tapes Papes make drakes, baked for the wakes Of an L-ah, an E-ah, simply just a leader Bass
cannon fully loaded and restocked Spit, Bitches wanna bounce when the beat hot(bum bum bu bum) Hear the bass and the beat knock You need not Disrespect
destiny, emcees rest in peace Side barriers provide care within from impurities Every word sees your attention like third degree I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass
motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon
moment or two Don't you know we're gonna shake up their minds Let's shake up their little minds.... Jerry marotta: drums Tony levin: bass guitar David miner: cannon
any pilot quited college jus to follow to sight see on an island i am G-U-T-T-A put this bass up to face till u feel the B-b-bass from this kkkk i am
, emcees rest in peace Side barriers provide care within From impurities every word sees your attention like thirddegree I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass
position) Indeed! Flexin a lie, spittin and switchin on positions Coverin the strong safety, bubblin in Macy's Lacin tracks by Niq, the antidote is complete The bass
the love for music Short fuse, determinin how well we use it Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms
