I got up and dialed your number, and your voice came on the line With that old familiar message I heard a thousand times It just said, sorry that I missed you, leave a
a mile'n'a half Autographs the list goes on If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song Stupid dope and you know it, it rates a ten You
throw that thang On any young nigger with some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see 'cause I know what it's about Kick a big fat dick in a
in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt nobody But I have a feelin' this album That I'm gonna make a killin' Or not a shillin' This is love it or hate
tons of rocks A beautiful day, a wonderful night A suitable pasttime just rockin the mic A day in the life, a life in a day You know when they comin
for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop Lyin' to you to get thrilled Droppin' them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother
sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass Choose your
wrong Tower of Song, Tower of Song, Tower of Song You got big long legs And I let you in the Tower of Song Big legs baby And I let you in the Tower of Song
That you would make a legend or a monument I'm not souped up, or a pooh-butt I only lay my voice on a track that pooh cuts A beat is like food for thought
Bass Man, I wanna be a bass man too, d-d-b-bop-a-bop (Bass voice: Try this, b-b-BOP-p-p-bop bop bop...) Mr. Bass Man, I think I'm really with it B
I take a second to rock the rhythm And stay smooth like a prism A Portrait of a Masterpiece, It's Funky Enough Cause Dre told me it has to be A little
to be The Great at the start and remain to be A threat, til the opposition is warned As long as a song, cause I was born With instincts to kill, a grave
the one man band Mix-A-Lot brings on the drum machine The bass line riff is "oh, so mean" Mix-A-Lot make a jam in his room With a full tape recorder
sing got you stickin' to the rhythm like static cling bring the bombast to confront the globe and it's broadcast to your frontal lobe flows hit your veins like a medicine dose bass
menage a trois Hear those heart felt Lieder Coming from that deep bass voice And whilst some sleep though this music Others weep for all the pain As they sing secular song
. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! After my BA I'll get my PhD. a??Lars Horris,a?? hey that's me! Metaphysically fly like John Donne's a??The Flea.a?? a??Lars Horris,a
queen I wrote this song for you Suburban rap queen What's a MC to do? Suburban rap queen Every Biggie needs a Kim Suburban rap queen Sometimes you lose
