Bring me me echo, kick down the treble Watch the bass line come to bring but the wicked rebel Bring me me echo, kick down the treble Watch the bass line
thing that matters, baby, is the love that we make tonight As little babies in make up terrorize the western world The only thing that matters, baby, is love
mmmmm, just look at them What we need is peace and love and more love But I don't see none of the above So one for the bass and two for the treble (come
I wanna take you to the Garden of Eden Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert Weedon Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel So echo the bass and
mini-moog) Jim pons (bass, vocals) Billy the mountain Billy the mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and
you forget I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste and my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass and the homeboys
to melt your ice grill it might spill! n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape should own replace the thrown with some Non-Prophets drop bass
s hard to find I need a microscope, to see a two-cent brain that don't think, when they rob and steal and rape and kill -- and murder their loved ones
More like the child act kool-aid schoolyard 3 o'clock my life bruises for which their jail loses For nights you get import brass spillage Black lung exhaust drunk thug love
Now trouble take you lord a god pickney shut it ago fit you Now trouble take you lord a god duppy track it well fit you I just love how the champion sound
grits and government cheese The only thing I ever really loved in my life, was a mic Some of my niggaz fell in love with MPs, come on Work the bass, nigga
baby still in the kitchen jet with a lil bit curved on the shit I'm pitchin You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla I watch the bass at home, I'
out of my Ampex reels Sit in the back of your Escalade, tell me how my bass feels From Big Nixons down to the beta George in New Orleans rattle your dashboards Bounce strippers around sounds echo
[Deluxe Edition Bonus Track] (feat. Dru Hill, Shawnna) [Dru Hill] Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight... [echoes] [Shawnna (Ludacris)] Ayyy
I think that goth could flower in nerdcore's embrace I converted Edward Gorey's lettering into a typeface befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace even put that spooky echo filter on the bass
ashes and meet me through the wire Fulfullin desires like a Chi shot caller Do you love how the Twista went at you (at you) Do you love when I hit it
is everything.." [echoes] "3rd place is everything.." [echoes] "3rd place is everything.." [echoes] "3rd place is everything.." [echoes] "3rd place is everything.." [echoes] "3rd place is everything.." [echoes
