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
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
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 talk
machines and laser rays Look out weekend cuz, here I come Because weekends were, werrrre [Bridge] It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin' And the bass
nobody 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
on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third
Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels Could care less
whole (I-I-I-I) What was whole is . . . is just less than half (DON'T EVEN CARE) What was whole is less than half Lemme tell you OW! (I-I-I-I) Hey, you
Ray White rhythm guitar & vocals Steve Vai rhythm guitar & vocals Tommy Mars keyboards & vocals Bob Harris keyboards, trumpet & high vocals Arthur Barrow bass
: Do it again. Phyllis: That Tishman. That Minnesota Tishman . . . What a guy . . . [4:22] Guy From Alabama: Eight inches or less? Aynsley: Uh . . .
and leave the situation But every dark tunnel has a lighter hope So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope New movie's showin... so you're goin Could care less
a candle. Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less
it to the ceiling Ah we're getting down tonight 1, if you gonna 2, if you wanna 3, cos everything's alright If you got the feelin' Less of the dreamin
ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I fuck so hard
Face Homie Get In Dip's Face So Imma Show U 38s When We Ride Its 25s Scrapin Dat World Bass What's A Beat Without Bass Chain Hangin To The Dick Nigga
I'm G'd up On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers Whats leakin up out of yo
