Lyrics:
hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
Stop, look up, and what do you see?
The Mothership landing in DC
So, yo, thank
environments
I was raised by the bright lights, busy crowds and sirens
This is for my people strugglin' at the bottom
Keepin they head to the sky cuz they know
the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please
covered in spit
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us
We
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (right)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
Ayo, we had the bass pound speakers
Shell-toed Adidas (right)
Original rap with new school leaders (true)
Graffiti art names with fat gold chains
lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)
Theodor bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. the entire
Crenshaw
It was nineteen hundred and eighty three
I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be
A low rider bass provider drop down like a spider
Spy the hood
old with a fro and a beard
She looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
Turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
Stressing
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
how we rock it
[Solomon Childs]
Trife Da God, show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
[Trife Da God]
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they
dangerous
Greet me by my hand 'til you teach me to float
Head is in the cloud, with my stomach below
Somethin' 'bout this feeling, I felt it before
Took
to kill 'em
I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came
I went hard all fall like the ball
Fouine, Game met la pression
Swagg ain't no question, nique sa mère la direction
Attention, Banlieue Sale, c'est la hood
Tell niggas it's all good,
I walked in the place very big space
Every kind of race dancin' and niggas made chase
A very pretty face feel the bass
Basses kick flygirl
bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires cooked up
Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal
It'll probably have you killing
I'm back with the (drumma drumma drumma bass)
Snares and high hats
Yeah I'm back up in the place
You can hate it so good in the hood I'm great
I was
putting on the west coast slow jam
Bass hits so hard better sound the alarm because we are not fight or flight
We have always been cruisin through the hood
New day
Lekcia
Mám fľak
Od vína
Žiadný strach
Buď pri nás
Síce nie mafia ale ulica je v žilách
Daroval by som ti vek aby si dlhšie žila
Asi ma fakt
Yuh
Yuh
Y'all ready
This what y'all want right
Let's take it back to the hood real quick
Yo
I be big bass beatin' when I come around
Big box, with
I gotta taste that
Hey Causion where that bass at? ( I got that bass!)
I need a hit asap, its lit without no Percocet
Damn the hood drug I'm hurt is
Way too high,
Got me way too high
I been,
Smokin' weed since a youngin',
Numb the pain,
Mary Jane,
oh
It's that new shit,
It's that bump that bass
Obl
Bryan here odogwubinladen
Shout out to jsr cumbusteve
Hades once we gather around
The ounce don dey go around
Pound by pound you know as e dey be
Yo, I go by the name
(I'm yo' Pusha) of Pharrell from the Neptunes
And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' Pusha)
The world is about to feel
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