Songtexte:
Base Jam

old time sake. Roll with me tonight, for old time sake. Chorus: It's a slow jam, so we can hold hands. I can touch your hips to the slow jam. And if

move around, from the sound of the BEP family, Got your bodies move around with my sister,"Fergie,"-quietly-And the blood of raise your hand, so let's get ready for the jam

hustler is to stick and move And make you say: "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool, I base my hustle

you ain't gon' find no drugs or no guns yea y'all can get weeded up, beated up but don't eat it up this ain't a slow jam so I can speed it up (lets go

We got a real jam goin' down Welcome to the Space Jam Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam Alright.... Come on and slam, and welcome to the jam

'e' e' chico Snefs Granfinesse fa star ben-ben. Sugli scenari che sto sti' dipinge sto beat ti spinge baila come Next-One o Fred e Ginger in Jam e

: [Verse 1:] Red head kingpin, Tim Dogg? Have you seen 'em? Kwame, King T, or King Son Superlover C, Cassanova Run Antwoinette, Rob Base never showin

m all that Strolling through your hood with a base-ball bat First I head out, into the red-eyed Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside Step in the jam

That there's a block party down in West Philly Come block party with Jeff and Big Willie Stand back Everybody come to see the man rap Jeff's got it *scratch* jam