to be the sound coming straight from Oakland $Hort Dog, it's a mack attack My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope Slapped
be the Sound coming straight from Oakland $hort Dog, it's a mack attack My name is Too $Hort baby I don't play that jack One young tender lost all hope I slapped
From the East side nigga, I kill a hoe If Shorty B ain't funky when he play that bass You can reach right back and just slap my face And my nigga, PeeWee
You know what I am You know what I do well at least I thought you knew They call me Pusha Damn I take you like a slap in the face Every time the bass
car yeah?" (do you wanna come for a ride in my car?) I sad, "sexy girl are you delirious? I can't leave right now these tunes are serious" heyeyeaheyaheh The bass slapped
say your beddy-byes, And i'm racing to better my life (yeah, yeah), Fam i set a time, I ain't talkin about the bass with the treble type, Fam i'm talkin
of our mouths, now rewind it Payback muthafucka for the way That you got at me, so how's it taste? When I slap the taste out your mouth With the bass
out dead (BANG) DEEEEEEEAAAAAAAADDDDDDDD 'cause two MCs just shot me three times (3 shots) (2x) (Eminem) I woke up in a skateboard park in 98' Slapped
so I says to the girl I'm like what up girl shut up girl showed her a cut up squirel she screamed bloody murder so loud everybody heard her slapped
ridin got bass late night on the what Screw with the Grace actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut Lil Keke
, but you're one light year, from my level Uh-huh yeah yo check it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt, Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work, Eventually I'll master the
boxing Yo, just give thanks it's the new shit For y'all to ever try to sleep on this is stupid My thought's deep like the upright acoustic Bass, Cold
like Meshach, Black Thought The nappy cat a bookworm shoe styles like sperm Cool as Malcolm Little with conch a la perm burn The herb sticks like wicks and flips when I slaps
the news Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes When God fearin' women get the blues There ain't no slap-dab-
, blaow, he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' And bruise by the case Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit
, I'm trying to find Dylan I'm finna cut his throat with a carny carny killin' Rich boy never seen a ghetto jokero Slap you in the head with a sledgehammo
talkin' about right there You just can't get that, nowhere but this Ya know what I'm sayin', this is classic shit C'mon Groove to the bass line, slap