I tip down, grippin' on pine Sour apple caddie wine berry overline Paint on shine, reclined on swine Slab in slow-mo, but my rims on rewind The block
stuff away You wanna get high?Let the record play Mc Ice t I'm your pusher I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker Bass thru
way, I'm the Taste, if tracks Could talk but they - but here go the facts Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip Protect your clan cause we're about to trip Bass
(Make it funky) So the people can get down to the funky sound 'Cause my crew don't mess around (Make it funky) So the girls can get busy, dog the dance
up it is Here it comes, another year Come on everyone, new millennium Here it comes, another year Everyone, new millennium There's a party tonight, everybody was drinkin' The house was screamin' and the bass
Don Amiche. He... what? Can't make it? Oh. Huh. Okay, um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three
[Common] Yo.. I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds(?) to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks Now see you done messed with the wrong
can you hear me tick? Beware if you turn me on, there is no safety switch I'm a bomb, use only steady hands To mess with me, you must be a brave man I
None of these boys can dance Not a single one of dem stand a chance All of dem girls a mess I've seen it all before, I'm not impressed None of dem get
'cha Saying's pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and The bass continues to thump Some
used to sing dirty raps to my East side fans Back then I knew you couldn't stop this rap No M.C. could rock like that Then the new style came, the bass
out Hold up, wait a minute Y'all dance, who think I'm pretty? Loud man breakin' your town We?re the force to make ya get down Know and a bigger mess
add a little scratch to give some flavor So the mix'll be right for you to savor There's only one way to move the crowd Bass level up high, volume level
car park-Keep on Moving I stopped Sick of Kid Rock makin off on the chart while I'm caught makin art I'm the worst I'm the best I'm a mess I'm a stress
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta End Live DrumsGuitar: Concetta Percussion: Curtis End Bass
say your beddy-byes, And i'm racing to better my life (yeah, yeah), Fam i set a time, I ain't talkin about the bass with the treble type, Fam i'm talkin
