Lyrics:
Jackson William Bass

used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt nobody But

you faces a hater I'll erase your space on place you better take the bass out your trachea Imma waste your ??? and your ??? not a fuckin place will

Willie John (Titus Turner) Recorded NYC Jun 27, 1955 King Single #4818 With Jack Dupree-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar, Ivan Rolle-bass Calvin Shields-drums, Willis

In Her Face Homie Get In Dip's Face So Imma Show U 38s When We Ride Its 25s Scrapin Dat World Bass What's A Beat Without Bass Chain Hangin To The Dick

Cal Tjader Classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson Like Ron Carter's bass lines will

C'mon.. * echoes * Swing your partner, I'm about to start the Dance across the land, the kane will scar the People of our community, cause we're soon

fully equipped, with the mic on my hip So if you real, it's no time to slip Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson Do a spin

through eternity It's the love that will be remembered Not wealth, not poverty And when we're gone, long gone The only thing that will have mattered

X. Up yer jacksy, split yer kicks Sing a song of Semtex Pocket full of Durex, body full of Mandrex Are we gonna have sex Will you wear your knee socks