for lessons, I get paid by the hour. I should be a consultant for Nintendo Power. I be throwing words of God, driven heathens away, gawt! I never lose a bass
: (feat. Chad Hatcher) [Intro: Classified - talking] Yo C, give me a little bass (Things are looking up, things are looking up...) Put in some bass,
with the power to sign Ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me
Queen of Royal Badness Well it's the Lah, T-I-F-A-H While I say my rhyme, Mark creates The direct hi-tech sound of the dope noise The bass will pound
To formulate the case behind the bass, Check my rendition, the microphone incision. I'm on a mission for precision For spiritual cleansing, "verbessern" check the lesson
days of vanglorious The tri-dimensional houses of energy released the original powers to the translators of the interplanetary funk code Funkin religion, funkin lesson
valley in the middle On through the thorns as if you could ever figure Nothin is balance unless balance is irregular Misplaced, heed chaos to bass Some
and step in brothers temple see what's happenin From the bass low, coming down from below, Tell me what a sissy know. Funkin lesson is a new flow stalking
Gimme some guitars punk Sweet Leth Limp Bizkit in the house What fucken' house? Seattle baby Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind Bring the noise Bass
in Spain Japan I'm cota eshe I like my steaks thick and my jets private and my son to ride in the cockpit I know he's only four taking lessons from the
, two fifths and eight bags One toilet, three weedheads, an alcoholic And two niggaz hooked on pussy And in the corner, was this brother who would study his lessons
's about to beat on right about now Turn my guitar up yo! What up Jimi Hendrix, I'll see you baby Yo, Carlos Santana, thanks for the lessons baby Yo,
New York City, don't get it confused Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove" Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson You write
These are the tales These are the tales that I tell so well (Tune in to the History Channel) These are the tales (Learn a lesson biatch) These are the
sellin' coke I want to be free, ohh yeah (And that's the truth) I want to be free, ohh yeah I be in Oakland, California every day of my life Bass so
this new year My man Benny Benassi guaranteed to heat up the floor for sure, yeah Bring the noise, bass Bring the noise Bass, how low can you go? Bass
m a junkie for a bump that's funky And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee A bass freak would say oohwee Peace to DU 'cause I
