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Albums:

Basic Bass & Basic Soul (Ernesto Deep) · Basic Bass & Basic Soul (Ernesto Deep) · Electro House Sessions [Mos] (Ministry of Sound) · Chillout Classics [MOS] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mos' Scocious: Anthology (Dr. John) · Ronny Jordan Featuring Mos Def (Ronny Jordan) · Mos Club Residents (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Basic Blues, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Basic Blues, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Basic Need: The Blues Collection (Count Basie) – and 90 other albums »


niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
people say music that's their ace in the hole
Just your ordinary rhythm and blues
Your basic rock and roll

You can sit on the top of the beat
You can
basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!

Guess
ain't gon' sing no mo'
I'm gon' hang 'is mandolin under my shoulder
Right down Front Street, I go

I can hear that old train comin'
Ah, it must-a-be
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
You're so basic, 'bout half my speed, 
But that's the kind of change of pace that this boy needs, 
For I'm manic, frantic, subject to panic, 
Feel
believing some day you'll return
To the streets of New York from my tower of song
I come down to work where the common folk throng
In my famous blue shirt
The streets ain’t safe cause they ain’t knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm
blues brother
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell 'em,
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

see L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we
caught spot, shoe stomp on street

Tape deck plays and the reels will spin
Suburb sound close down as boom-bap begin
My red face hide in the shade
it's blocked by the blue and the red
U-F-O's
And scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose
And I suppose
You want
Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red
U.F.O.'s
And scandalous ass hoes
Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin'
[Kanye West]
We in the streets player, get your mail
It's only two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still nowhere
I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla
[Krayzie] 
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands 
[ clapping your hands] 4x

[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Yeah you think I got a chip on my shoulder
'cause I was a broke young nigga, now I'm older
Wit mo mail then the rest of you pushers
Now y'all sittin
reload get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real