I still love when I'm caught in every beat of your heart I still love when it's dark and you're not alone I still want you, I'll hold you every step of
I think it's time that you let go At the end of the day I know you know But where is my DJ? I know you know Our love had faded a long time ago Now it
every once in your life. And every once in your life. I'm your b-b-b-b-b-bass. I'm-m-m your bass. I'm-m your b-b-bass. I'm-m-m your bass I'm your bass
-bass I'm your bass I'm your b-b-bass I'm your bass I'm your bass creator I'm your bass creator I'm your bass creator I'm your bass creator I'm your bass
Why didn't we just try To hold on one more time? You maybe think that I don't care But the tears are falling down I can hardly breathe in this rain of
I don't know how I could live without you But you changed everything that I knew As time went on all the bad feelings were gone They say when you're in
I promised myself, I promised I'll wait for you The midnight hour, I know you'll shine on through I promised myself, I promised I'll wait for you The
and my arrow I will aim towards my atlas And where I hit, I'll go And in my chosen location I will croon a sorry sermon And tune my bass to dead Live
turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass
Flav sample] Bass for your face, London! Everybody in the house make some NOISE! [crowd makes some noise] [Chorus 2X] "Base for your face, b-ba-bas-b
that I will not eat them with Prince Paul I will not eat them with Low Rawls I do not like green eggs and swine I do not like those 3rd Bass rhymes
a summer sway Conversated till I made her laugh Said, "I'm Pete Nice, you want my autograph?" Oval Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass
No static at all Beef not needed to waste one 'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum A humdrum liver in Bedlam
Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in, come in Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in, come in Knock, knock, knock, knock, come in Who's at my door? (I don
This recording, is a collection of unintended Indiscretions before microphone Oh, who locked the door? A hard man is good to find Open the door The principles
the good The portrait of an artist as a hood 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass 3rd Bass Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete? Yo the
kid gets taxed After the party, crack open a forty Vicked it from the store yo the man never caught me Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass And then
Juveniles won't smile, vows are reckless Sexless race less souls unrespected Hooligans and street urchins lurkin' Doin' hoods, a neighborhood's worst