Lyrics:
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
practice
With a flow hotter than dog shit and stronger than cat piss
My first date I got to 3rd Bass without the Cactus Album
Bent her over and started
sword mince a wimp twelve gauge
any day my son, I don't like guns
I don't like roses that I step on for fun
in the first place, 3rd Bass? I'm at home
Yeah
Niggas got me walking round this bitch feel like
I’m Marvin Sease
Yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta playa shit ya understand me
3rd Street
Chop Shop Boyz
world
like the brain
show 'em what you mean
(Lee Majors 3rd verse)
face to face
the mics embraced
tracks is laced
if I ruled
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
eye we occupy
The 3rd rock in the sky
93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry
My momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest July
48 hours later,
name. I called it the Microphones on the 3rd cassette I made.
I loved recording and the equipment seemed to be living and it sang to me like static
since the 3rd
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
It’s time and time again (Yeah)
Wonder if your answers gonna change (Uhh)
Hope you say yes to break my chain (Yeah)
Say
Grab the mic
Bring that fiya to this sound me say
A lot of sensimilla
Good for the soul
Spread positive awareness
Keep your 3rd eye controlled
As we move
it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it
Scott's vomit
Pawn shop, final 33 in the 3rd deep
Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap
Side one track one, deadlock
Stalemate jailbreak wait to gain
Build
A song version by The Suncore Project for the album ""Rio meets Sepultura"", in honor for the 3rd decade of the brazilian metal band.
This record
"The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference
DJ's takin a stab in the dark
And every brother I met learned techniques from Clark
Rich from 3rd Bass, Scratch from EPMD
Aladdin from Low Profile,
and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy
Ay
I don't wait in line, I'm never on time, it's a fine if you step on the Wallabees
Don't you come close to me
I lit a fire, like 3rd degree
(HAHAHAH)
If I Neva rap a bar again
I'll get it in like Jefferson
3rd or 4th down I'll reel it in
I'll dump a main chick to be with her friend
I'm Cold like
on the bad boy track
Here we go, 3rd (awa) Edge gonna come correct
When I'm licking you first from your feet to your head (where?)
Doesn't really matter
into 3rd Bass, kick the Dirt off my cleats
You ain't gotta search too far for Slicky D
Crack open the earth and tell me what you see
Spencer thank you
in love from the first time
I've heard it all I'm the worst right
Swing by then I'm out like the 3rd strike
I get the pack and then I hit a play
and get it if you ain't then find a creek
Tryna find the criiip you can catch em in the 3rd
Bending curbs with the herb prolly sliding down ya street
Smooth
the first place
You never treated me
Like I was the worst case
You rather see me Home
Than be stranded on 3rd Bass
Pulled out the white flag
That was my
it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it
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