still burnin and I'm smokin' I was on my way to San Jose To the stero shop that make my music play Cause one amp shut down and the bass ain't playin
get keed This dope fiend beat will get you high If it don't go gold too soon, I'll cry If the bass ain't deep, somethin's wrong It must not be a real
sell records everyday And still I get no radio play I got homies, they love my beat So you hear me all over the streets A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep
?s why they call me Mr. Farenheit. Come to me keisha cause I?m no eater Have 1 feet to sink it deep Make U make noise like fire links tweeter Turn up you bass
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Concetta DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Princess Superstar
gotta keep in touch if you wanna be my lady Like finders keepers, loosers beepers Cellular phones, metergrams and beepers All around my waist with the boomin 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
Hey OG, could you tell how to find some good weed I need it homie oh, so fast That last bag was the best weed I've ever had Bass so deep, I can't even
funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly Just give me some deep bass
when the time comes This grassrooted curriculum, got me sprung like twisted ankles Experience is missable, so I approach it from all angles and inject some substance deep
the train, take the train Huh, take the train, take the train, take the train It was a party night and every was breaking The eyes was screaming and the bass
effect when you're illin' terrorist I terrorize like an assassin Yes, I'm trespassin', your ass I'm harassin', huh Talk is cheap, I'm keepin' ya six feet deep
than that The Mothership connection and the rest of the pack But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the stage With the star-shaped bass, he'd
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump Like it's way crunk, yeah Fake punks get they face lumped Sent to the most high, by the most fit You gotta do,
imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep Deep, I heard my
past the bass, no nations gotta feel me I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep And it's volumes