Lyrics:
Bass Voice Love Songs

and fifth Young players ride the foothill strip They ride chevys, cougars, blazers, vettes Five 60 benzos with ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down on the coke white drop I love

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro] A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kid in a fresh boxcut hairstyle. Quiet manner was more

Do the most coolest rappin, talk smack I'll be gat'n I'm the king tee punk, and I don't talk junk But I do smoke blunt, love rappin to funk You know

? I'm above it! Your BS? Let's rubber glove it! Take your heroin and shove ita?¦ life you've got to love it. So get this, steal this, deal this, peel this away, I made this song

burritos in your dorm And talked about ?Dizzy Rascal? We wrote a song together And recorded it and that's all Romantic love Is fear, of waking up alone

skinned, steps into the picture Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your Hand around waist, space drippin' from moisture Strokin' the neck, you suspect that she'll voice

and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song

you where it will go (Now you wonder how why) You better believe it, love is everywhere You can feel it, you're halfway there Just another love song

odds be fifty-fifty I just might have some thing to say Ain't gonna sing you no love song How my heart is all sore Will not beg your indulgence 'cause