Bass Rocks

Lyrics

[Hook 4X] ("Bass") ("Bass rocks" "Bass rocks") [Verse 1: E-40] Bass rocks, nigga; bass rocks, nigga Get your cake up; cake up, nigga Still in the loop like a hula hoop Still connected like a router Got a line on the powder Still got a whole lot of power Still the same muthafucka you met a while ago, a real one Not a hoe, being thorough is all I know I'm a pro at getting dough Or should I say guap If I had to, I could cook a ki in a wok Bust my Glock, my 2-2 nickel across a hater face Break his fuckin' jaw, knock his teeth out so he can't taste Have him eating out a straw, for disrespecting a staple Get your car riddled, split in half like a bagel Fuckin' around in the yola game, gotta be careful They'll rob for dinero, pull up in all-black apparel Hit their target like an arrow Shoot you in your bone marrow Tear up out in a Chevy souped up Camaro BIATCH! [Hook 4X] ("Bass") ("Bass rocks" "Bass rocks") [Verse 2] See he throws the whole unit in a big ass gumbo pot Foam, stir, let it settle to make it lot Take it out of the oowop and let it dry Doing what I gotta do to get by Yola I supply, break it down into zips Halfs, quarters, kibbles n bits Overkill, extras, it's all in the wrist They'll walk from Cali to Texas long as they get they fix Pitching no-hitters and shutouts, you get my drift The players on plug with that I cop from them when the drought 'bout to hit Everybody that I know got a banger, extended clip Rather be caught with than without, some real shit He got too much time on his hands I ain't got no time to be playin' He too busy trippin' off somebody else's wealth I'm too busy stacking dollars taller than myself BIATCH! [Hook 4X] ("Bass") ("Bass rocks" "Bass rocks") [Verse 3] All money ain't good money and every time ain't the right time I don't be out here stuntin', clumsy, looking like a plate of swidnine I be under on the tuck, sitting soft with the seat reclined Looking out for the smirchers, the kind that pull on the side And try to slather a player, arm out the window from the blind Hit your nigga at a exit, a light or a stop sign Even I was broke, you wouldn't know it 'cause I'm hella laced I hibernate 'til I'm up again, won't show my face 'Cause they used to me looking a certain way, 'bout my pay Since the '80s I've been having it my way to this day I'm an inner-city icon from the 7's Where they go from the shoulders and tote weapons Got that fire like a welder, banked up like a ready teller Correctional institution, revenge and retribution They'll steal you out here, mayne, and I ain't talkin' 'bout boostin' Be 'bout it, my nigga, or do it movin' BIATCH! [Hook 4X] ("Bass") ("Bass rocks" "Bass rocks")