The Basement 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Basement |
| 歌手 | Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth |
| 歌手 | Heavy D |
| 歌手 | Rob-O |
| 专辑 | Mecca And The Soul Brother |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Ahh yeahh!! feel the funk bay-beeee!! | |
| That's right, this is called the basement! | |
| And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this.. | |
| [cl smooth] | |
| From the heights, not what am i write, simple i can do this | |
| Like popeye to brutus, i'm your host like a stewardess | |
| Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin fella | |
| So prepare for landing, and crash into a cellar | |
| Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune | |
| Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon | |
| With pete rock, the complete lock and beat stop | |
| Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!* | |
| Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall | |
| Buffoon i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole | |
| Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement | |
| But not before the kid leave the basement | |
| [pete rock] | |
| The basement, put the funk in grand | |
| Here comes my man | |
| My brother.. grap lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon | |
| [grap lover] | |
| Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother | |
| Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find another | |
| When the funk is played, the rhyme i display | |
| Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way | |
| Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour | |
| Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor | |
| I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover | |
| Yo, that's the kid from "mecca and the soul brother" | |
| Yeah once in a while i be with cl on the dl | |
| Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the basement | |
| The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow | |
| Peace i gotta go, grapster's out the door of the basement | |
| [pete rock] | |
| Of the basement! next we got.. a special guest | |
| I ain't gonna tell you who it is.. | |
| C'mon.. rap along.. | |
| [heavy d] | |
| Tick tock tick, things are gettin - thick | |
| Here comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick! | |
| To see a black man gettin paid on the regular | |
| Car with the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya | |
| I got plots and plans, pots and pans | |
| Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man | |
| I walk the streets in peace and i'm never strapped | |
| But i know a crew of young gunz that'll send you back | |
| So easy does it on the dl | |
| Peace to pete rock, and the mecca don cl | |
| Heavy d's on this track, lettin you know there's no replacement | |
| Peace signin off, check one two straight from the basement | |
| [pete rock] | |
| Straight from the basement | |
| I'm tellin you now, kid | |
| It's crazy fat | |
| I wonder who this is comin up? | |
| Fourth but not least, the backbone of the wig out | |
| Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout | |
| Speakin, upon where i dwell from the dungeon | |
| All over the u.s. states, even london | |
| Pasttime present, black to the future | |
| Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don shula | |
| A raider well like art shell, crazy defense | |
| A pro bowl with soul for local events | |
| The crew name is cl smooth and pete rock | |
| Here to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock | |
| The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later | |
| Clever like a secret agent comin from the basement | |
| That's right, crazy funky | |
| Aww my man | |
| He's crazy funky, his name is rob-o, check him out | |
| [rob-o] | |
| Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess what i am | |
| Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks | |
| To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when | |
| Kid said, "pete makes beats in the basement" | |
| Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side | |
| The real side, the 7-7 hillside | |
| I thought i'd just chill, take a breath | |
| Straight up columbus hill, make a left | |
| And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks | |
| Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin lovely | |
| Walkin down the street, much props, on the ? | |
| I hear voices sayin, "that's rob-o'dingo in the basement" | |
| [pete rock] | |
| Ahh ha ha ha! hah yeah! this is funky! | |
| I can feel it | |
| My man from the vernon, his name is di-da, make it raw | |
| [dida] | |
| Fly like an eagle, a seagull | |
| Always into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle | |
| People, grab a tight hold of the sound | |
| Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves | |
| Blowin up spots from state to state | |
| I'm comin to town but you just can't wait | |
| Check the station, for conversation at six-block | |
| Uno here, to put suckers in the mix | |
| I get deeper than oceanography | |
| Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology | |
| So speak the piece, then slide like grease | |
| The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement | |
| [pete rock] | |
| In the basement, is where i dwell | |
| Check the mc's swell | |
| Cause i am, crazy funky, with cl smooth | |
| My man ?, rob-o, g-r baby pah | |
| The heavster, my brother grap lover | |
| Everybody.. *fades out, can't hear it* |
| Ahh yeahh!! feel the funk baybeeee!! | |
| That' s right, this is called the basement! | |
| And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this.. | |
| cl smooth | |
| From the heights, not what am i write, simple i can do this | |
| Like popeye to brutus, i' m your host like a stewardess | |
| Fly with the neighborhood hijackin fella | |
| So prepare for landing, and crash into a cellar | |
| Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune | |
| Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon | |
| With pete rock, the complete lock and beat stop | |
| Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my errr! | |
| Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall | |
| Buffoon i' m like a mink while you' re soon to pimp a raccoon stole | |
| Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement | |
| But not before the kid leave the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| The basement, put the funk in grand | |
| Here comes my man | |
| My brother.. grap lover, get wreck cousin, c' mon | |
| grap lover | |
| Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother | |
| Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won' t find another | |
| When the funk is played, the rhyme i display | |
| Quick to bust a ditz so don' t slip in the way | |
| Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour | |
| Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor | |
| I kick a dance step, you' re soon to discover | |
| Yo, that' s the kid from " mecca and the soul brother" | |
| Yeah once in a while i be with cl on the dl | |
| Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the basement | |
| The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow | |
| Peace i gotta go, grapster' s out the door of the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| Of the basement! next we got.. a special guest | |
| I ain' t gonna tell you who it is.. | |
| C' mon.. rap along.. | |
| heavy d | |
| Tick tock tick, things are gettin thick | |
| Here comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya sick! | |
| To see a black man gettin paid on the regular | |
| Car with the cellular, fellas i' m tellin ya | |
| I got plots and plans, pots and pans | |
| Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man | |
| I walk the streets in peace and i' m never strapped | |
| But i know a crew of young gunz that' ll send you back | |
| So easy does it on the dl | |
| Peace to pete rock, and the mecca don cl | |
| Heavy d' s on this track, lettin you know there' s no replacement | |
| Peace signin off, check one two straight from the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| Straight from the basement | |
| I' m tellin you now, kid | |
| It' s crazy fat | |
| I wonder who this is comin up? | |
| Fourth but not least, the backbone of the wig out | |
| Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout | |
| Speakin, upon where i dwell from the dungeon | |
| All over the u. s. states, even london | |
| Pasttime present, black to the future | |
| Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don shula | |
| A raider well like art shell, crazy defense | |
| A pro bowl with soul for local events | |
| The crew name is cl smooth and pete rock | |
| Here to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock | |
| The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later | |
| Clever like a secret agent comin from the basement | |
| That' s right, crazy funky | |
| Aww my man | |
| He' s crazy funky, his name is robo, check him out | |
| robo | |
| Alikazaam, you' ll never guess what i am | |
| Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks | |
| To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when | |
| Kid said, " pete makes beats in the basement" | |
| Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side | |
| The real side, the 77 hillside | |
| I thought i' d just chill, take a breath | |
| Straight up columbus hill, make a left | |
| And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks | |
| Of me stacks of kicks, my joint' s bumpin lovely | |
| Walkin down the street, much props, on the ? | |
| I hear voices sayin, " that' s robo' dingo in the basement" | |
| pete rock | |
| Ahh ha ha ha! hah yeah! this is funky! | |
| I can feel it | |
| My man from the vernon, his name is dida, make it raw | |
| dida | |
| Fly like an eagle, a seagull | |
| Always into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle | |
| People, grab a tight hold of the sound | |
| Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves | |
| Blowin up spots from state to state | |
| I' m comin to town but you just can' t wait | |
| Check the station, for conversation at sixblock | |
| Uno here, to put suckers in the mix | |
| I get deeper than oceanography | |
| Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology | |
| So speak the piece, then slide like grease | |
| The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| In the basement, is where i dwell | |
| Check the mc' s swell | |
| Cause i am, crazy funky, with cl smooth | |
| My man ?, robo, gr baby pah | |
| The heavster, my brother grap lover | |
| Everybody.. fades out, can' t hear it |
| Ahh yeahh!! feel the funk baybeeee!! | |
| That' s right, this is called the basement! | |
| And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this.. | |
| cl smooth | |
| From the heights, not what am i write, simple i can do this | |
| Like popeye to brutus, i' m your host like a stewardess | |
| Fly with the neighborhood hijackin fella | |
| So prepare for landing, and crash into a cellar | |
| Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune | |
| Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon | |
| With pete rock, the complete lock and beat stop | |
| Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my errr! | |
| Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall | |
| Buffoon i' m like a mink while you' re soon to pimp a raccoon stole | |
| Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement | |
| But not before the kid leave the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| The basement, put the funk in grand | |
| Here comes my man | |
| My brother.. grap lover, get wreck cousin, c' mon | |
| grap lover | |
| Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother | |
| Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won' t find another | |
| When the funk is played, the rhyme i display | |
| Quick to bust a ditz so don' t slip in the way | |
| Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour | |
| Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor | |
| I kick a dance step, you' re soon to discover | |
| Yo, that' s the kid from " mecca and the soul brother" | |
| Yeah once in a while i be with cl on the dl | |
| Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the basement | |
| The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow | |
| Peace i gotta go, grapster' s out the door of the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| Of the basement! next we got.. a special guest | |
| I ain' t gonna tell you who it is.. | |
| C' mon.. rap along.. | |
| heavy d | |
| Tick tock tick, things are gettin thick | |
| Here comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya sick! | |
| To see a black man gettin paid on the regular | |
| Car with the cellular, fellas i' m tellin ya | |
| I got plots and plans, pots and pans | |
| Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man | |
| I walk the streets in peace and i' m never strapped | |
| But i know a crew of young gunz that' ll send you back | |
| So easy does it on the dl | |
| Peace to pete rock, and the mecca don cl | |
| Heavy d' s on this track, lettin you know there' s no replacement | |
| Peace signin off, check one two straight from the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| Straight from the basement | |
| I' m tellin you now, kid | |
| It' s crazy fat | |
| I wonder who this is comin up? | |
| Fourth but not least, the backbone of the wig out | |
| Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout | |
| Speakin, upon where i dwell from the dungeon | |
| All over the u. s. states, even london | |
| Pasttime present, black to the future | |
| Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don shula | |
| A raider well like art shell, crazy defense | |
| A pro bowl with soul for local events | |
| The crew name is cl smooth and pete rock | |
| Here to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock | |
| The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later | |
| Clever like a secret agent comin from the basement | |
| That' s right, crazy funky | |
| Aww my man | |
| He' s crazy funky, his name is robo, check him out | |
| robo | |
| Alikazaam, you' ll never guess what i am | |
| Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks | |
| To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when | |
| Kid said, " pete makes beats in the basement" | |
| Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side | |
| The real side, the 77 hillside | |
| I thought i' d just chill, take a breath | |
| Straight up columbus hill, make a left | |
| And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks | |
| Of me stacks of kicks, my joint' s bumpin lovely | |
| Walkin down the street, much props, on the ? | |
| I hear voices sayin, " that' s robo' dingo in the basement" | |
| pete rock | |
| Ahh ha ha ha! hah yeah! this is funky! | |
| I can feel it | |
| My man from the vernon, his name is dida, make it raw | |
| dida | |
| Fly like an eagle, a seagull | |
| Always into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle | |
| People, grab a tight hold of the sound | |
| Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves | |
| Blowin up spots from state to state | |
| I' m comin to town but you just can' t wait | |
| Check the station, for conversation at sixblock | |
| Uno here, to put suckers in the mix | |
| I get deeper than oceanography | |
| Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology | |
| So speak the piece, then slide like grease | |
| The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement | |
| pete rock | |
| In the basement, is where i dwell | |
| Check the mc' s swell | |
| Cause i am, crazy funky, with cl smooth | |
| My man ?, robo, gr baby pah | |
| The heavster, my brother grap lover | |
| Everybody.. fades out, can' t hear it |
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