King Tee - Bass Lyrics
[king tee]Yo pooh, lets.. drop.. some..Bass, to make the walls shakeAnd vibrate the floor, just like an earthquakeKing tee is back again, but with a new topicI wouldnt listen too close cause its toxicA new format, complete with the toolEven though I transform, I stay coolFor me to get taken, how would you figure itRight off the bat, if you thought so would be ignorantOr just stupid, or cold dumbI play lead vocals, pooh plays drumsKeith does cuts, suckers get torn butI gotta break, here comes the horns..{*samples and scratches*}Bass, to make your heart shiverI know you, remember back when I used to wear silverBut I gave it a toss, cause I was toldThat youre not a real b-boy, without real goldSo i, went downtown to seeHow much is the thirty inch dookieIts quite a bit of money for a big gold chainThrow him a thousand then he hand me some changeAnd now Im cooler, in other words I got it goinSway to the side, while Im showin a professional skillThat I put together with perfectionI gotta clear my throat, punch in the horn section!{*samples*}Cause I need some boom, to crack the wallsBreak the windows, shake the roomWhen Im done take my photo, this is how it go thoughKing of cool lyrics, and Im soloAs a rhyme preacher, shoulda been a teacherLet the bass reach ya, and let it beat yaNever givin up cause I persist to be the dopestI wouldnt take it as a gag or a joke itsSerious, bass drum kickin like a ninjaYou wanna dance to death, (? ) send yaIf you say that Im the coolest Ill probably say truly!But at this time I represent keith cooley{*samples and scratches*}Verse four, the part where I get it offThen, try to rush it cause the studio costsI mean the main idea is bassAnd you probably get a bruise when its at your face, soDont get mad or either angry at meIm just a lyricist, and my names teeThe supreme cool kid who puts life in the micI need bass from a drum, to hell with the pipe!Casanova fly guy, funky fresh in the fleshAnd to those who dont you best believe Im the bestIf its fashion Im flashin, just like the drums{hold it now.. - .. here it kiddy come comes!}{*samples*}Now keith! (yeah) how you livin homes? (l-l-like, like this..)Now everybody in the disco if youre feelin alrightAnd you know king tees the mc of the nightDont front, get up, let me know whats happeninKeith does the scratchin for the king tees rappinIm from compton though, I travelled the nationAnd from every different state I get different condescationIm the {k-k-king..} so just give me some spaceBack up and just let {cool drop that bass!}{*scratches*}{cool drop that bass!}{*samples*}
