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