life was acapella! Now a symphony?s The only song to sing - (Bridge ? 3X) You are the drum in my heart beat Bass and guitar lead Stuck on the notes you
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
plates, please enjoy Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct Yes, yes, hi, hi I like your bass, I like your bass Your beat is nice,
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
Don Amiche. He... what? Can't make it? Oh. Huh. Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three
Richard - vocal W. Mays - trumpet, F. Jackson - ten. sax A. Dobbins - alt. sax, J. Hudson - brt. sax J. Wimby - piano, G. Holloway Jr. - bass D. J. Clark
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
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note
semi's And a few snubs to a few crips Couple vampire's and true bloods Gambling in casino's, have a hunny handing me my c-notes The modern day gambino
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
Plant [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Armstead, a.k.a. [Bo/Conway Armstead] Bo-watt, The Rhythmic Priest [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Basset, a.k.a. [MB/Malik Basset
long, too slow, too fast You lacks on point, you wrong, you won?t last I?m up on a good foot, you?re out on a bad note I?m dope, ice, fresh, automatic
A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters I shine my verbal styles and got niggas Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers An earthquake of bass
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
of guitar We hope you'll 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
pictures, No time for interviews, Imma go and get money, Snowstorm or sunny, Try me and im comin out wit my coat arm wit sumthin, Note on da table, Pay
