of a hound in the dark as I turn around I'm on the run at a steady pace Who's in the distance? I'm hearin' the bass Standing, I move along The A La Mode
Hey, people out there, not to go home yet I wanna see those moves, I wanna see those steps Until that, when you perform, others are torn And that's a
Check it, yo, I always hit the tape with the rough road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew
chi rivale di chi ripensa con lo stile feroce Rit: Pompa la folla! Molla si patibola(x3) Pompa la folla! Bassi Maestro Pompa la folla! Molla si patibola(x3) Bassi
got bass Yeah the pots got bass All the niggas on the block they be dealin' that bass You see the trunk got bass I flood the hood with the bass I'm bringin
prendere le cose per il verso giusto E il basso pompa e il basso che pompa speriamo che la casa che non si rompa E il basso pompa e il basso che pompa
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Like... Right Now She Ready To Spit If Shecould Swallow Her Pride Then She Could Swallow On This. I Tell Her Hop Up In The Merceal I'll Gorve, Hit The Radio And (Pump That Bass
[Chorus - Nate Dogg] One for the treble, two for the bass She's my beauty queen, she's my everything When I wake up in the morning gotta get that thing
be fate that makes a sick muthafucka break On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake What will it take ? Give me that bass line I'm feeling bombed
corner, some punk gets taxed After the party, cracked open the forty Boosted from the store yo the man never caught me Jetted to the arcade, cranked the bass
if I know. Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decision Garage looks like Precision Collision. Or Maaco beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass
It's the bomb, baby The bomb, baby With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes [Verse 1] I walk through the projects with stress in my hands A
male ora fissami gli occhi non farteli scappare sono pieni di fuoco pronto ad incendiare adesso scava fino in fondo,infondo a questo cuore vedrai soltanto una bomba
We still go mental for the music we love dub is my weapon bass is my gun when it comes to fight sounds louder than a bomb my only guru is a speaker
death rays, comin in waves [Silver Synth] By hypothesis official oral homicide I'm rockin this Surgically infectious type unconsciousness, I drop a logic bomb
won't be getting those back. But that's okay cause i'm in the party, and it taste like the kog's been spiked with Bacardi, in the nollie, the bass line
[Verse One: Tame One] I'm out to bomb like Vietnam under the same name Tame One The bad one, ink flow master bastard with the Magnum I tags up quick