Lyrics:
Bass Rock Pop

the cops all crazy Rock star shit for my rock star ass Got a tub full of money that's a rock star bath Then I use more money to wipe my rock star ass

shit get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk? With the bass in your trunk, weed

from Oakland, don't play me close 'Cause I'm a player, love to play this game I get funky out here, pumpin' the name Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock

of stones) Yeah, I gotta pocket full of stones 'Cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants I rock a microphone literally Lit up the track lyrically wit' bottles, cans Pop

of stones) Yeah, I gotta pocket full of stones 'Cause I fell off my dirt bike in cargo pants I rock a microphone literally Lit up the track lyrically wit' bottles, cans Pop

a pass for the booty I fantasize interludes When I'm in the mood See me in the nude No time to rewind When the bass line rides for two Feel me in the groove I rock

their minds (open up) Be about yours (bout yours) Silence everyone who ever try to doubt yours Get your mind right (mind right) Keep your sound raw (sound raw) Heavy bass man (bass

18 man its my time, to pop up on the scene and show my fuckin naked, come down the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround,

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 crowd, come