Count Basey

Lyrics

This story's 'bout a guy that I once met And LL, a-don't you bite it like you bit Yvette It's called Count Basey, not the jazz band leader But the guy who hangs with the piper called Peter Count Basey Well I was on the bus a-just taking a ride And then I felt a hard pull on my left side I took off my shades and then I turned around Saw a brother in my pocket going way, way down I grabbed him by the collar, said "What's the deal?" He said "I'm Starvin' Marvin and I need a meal" I said "If you wanna eat, don't cheat, don't rob Take your butt downtown and get you a job" He was a pretty young kid so I gave him a break I took him to a restaurant and bought him a steak The kid was really hungry and he liked the place So I bought him some more and let him dog his face He finished his meal and I paid the bill 27 dollars, he dogged his grill But now he's making a living very honestly The brother's on, and he's on because of me Count Basey He took my advice and got his act together Didn't rob, got a job, and racked up on the leather Got a fresh hairdo and apartment too And bought a neckful of gold and a Subaru He bought a big stereo and a JVC A video machine and a color TV Had juice in the clubs, got in all of them free And kept honeys by the dozen like leaves on a tree A celeb in the streets, didn't have to sing With all the little kids underneath his wing Always hanging out with the guys with the clout Being down with the crowd is what he was about Had the Fila sneakers and the Gucci shoes Always got cheers and never the boos Had everything going for him, on top of the world Too bad his downfall was because of a girl Count Basey He met a young girl and she drove him crazy Turned him onto the pipe and made him lazy He was on the right track before he met Tracy Now he's a Count, not Dracula, Basey He started missing work, waking up too late He started missing his appointments and breaking his dates He fell behind on the rent, Con Ed and the phone Now he gets no calls 'cause he's got no home Then his health got bad and his mind grew weak He got skinny as a rail 'cause he got no sleep Roamed the streets all night no matter what the weather With his hair uncombed and his worn-out leather One time he scraped up enough for a hit Just enough for one blast, and that'll be it He bought a nice jumbo, should've bought him a rope Because the bottle was filled with ivory soap He's beat The Count is on a mission and he ain't coming back He sold his soul to the devil for a bottle of crack He blew all of his money being part of the crowd For a little glass [?] and a big white cloud All his worldly possessions including the car The fly clothes, all the gold, and the VCR His Sony Trinitron and his box is gone At one time he was a king but now he's a pawn Just a slave to a bottle he shouldn't have tried A-with a habit that can never be satisfied In a major league game at a suicide pace Didn't even go to bat and he's on third base Count Basey Ba-ba-ba-b-ba-b-base He used to weigh 200 with girls galore And now he's walking 'round looking like Skeletor He's a pitiful sight a-with no appetite And don't sleep at night 'cause the light is too bright But he can do things now he never could before He can spot a piece of crack on a all-white floor A damn he never gives, but he survives and lives By stealing from his friends and his relatives Girls are secondary, the pipe is primary Concern is how is he gonna gonna get that lift He needs a bottle or two 'cause nothing else will do Because basing ain't free if you're getting my drift Count Basey Base Used to He can Girl Count