Lyrics:
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
around
To hear a little four-piece band
There's a dog house bass and a kid on the drums
And a guitar picker just as hot as they come
Up steps a man
beat, def rhyme
Chorus line, bass drum, snare drum, bassline
All of this makes our records rock til the party's end..
.. here we go again!
When we
like the funkiest rhythm
Pooh brings the drums with the sticks to hit 'em
It's not ballet jazz punk rock or swing, it's dope
Rappin' brought by
the cut sound crystal clear
When he pumps the bass up
Your eardrums swell
From the three kick drums out the SP-12
So right about now it's time to get into
Chorus line, bass drum, snare drum, bassline
All of this makes our records rock til the party's end
Here we go again!
When we first came out, we had
the vibes
While the drum and bass hits
A spark of positive
Tends to keep the fiya lit
We gonna show what a good vibe is
By coming all together
As this comes
R-r-rolling through my city
Bass banging out the drum
And anybody hatin'
I'ma leave 'em in the dust
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everybody would question my dream
a hole
That's the way they do it
That's the way they roll
They call it jazz, man
The bass pocket is point
They call it jazz, man
The trumpet's
twisted lyrics that are inconceivable
Bass drum kicking at speeds unbelievable
You'd think our guitarist was a six fingered man
Laying down the riffs just
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Jim pons (bass, vocals)
Don preston (keyboards, electronics)
Ian
bass go on by
Let it ride
Who let Themba get outside
They feel the bass they said it makes them feel alive
Who the fuck done let Themba get outside
change
Soul and samples I was raised up on, trap drums and bass, I cannot relate
But I'm itching to experiment
1st feature over that type of beat
But like
Them dollars poppin off her bra
I'm a mission
I'm in position
Pass me the rock
I'm pullin commissions
I'm goin dumb
That bass in the drums
I'm smokin
BEATIN' I'll just say "let's roll"
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
I'm like a one man crew, you see I don't
come
Got a cool two million hiding
Until that case comes see
Me just a a riding to the bass drum
So if you feel me put ya blunts in the air
And blaze one
on that one
It’s alright though
It goes one for the treble
And two for the bass
It was love at first sound when
I walked in the place
I’m saying one for
(No man) Hallelujah
(Cannot hinder me) Yes, Lord
(I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Run it back (I got King Jesus, I got King Jesus)
Y'all
vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Bamboozled by love,
Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan
Bamboozled by love
so I could bounce
Man, I wish I could tell ya
How much hatred I escaped from
Auntie hit me like a bass drum
Turned around and told me not to say nun'
over snare and that bass drum
Blunted I faced one
Another laced one
Gave everything nothing left on the pay stub
Been on my way up
Ain't gotta say none
I
understood by few
Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do
You just have a man if your soul is hollow
The crew has chose to lead cause we never
I'ma scrub them with Ajax
With maximum drum so behave and remember
You're a slave to my sound wave
Faster rhymes I mastermind I have to find
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