old time sake. Roll with me tonight, for old time sake. Chorus: It's a slow jam, so we can hold hands. I can touch your hips to the slow jam. And if
Пераклад: База Jam. Bukan Pujangga.
The Basics Of Life Lyrics We've turned the page, for a new day has dawned We've re-arranged what is right and what's wrong Somehow we've drifted so
112, Beanie Sigel Here we go! [Beanie Sigel] God damn, guess who stepped up in the place? The kid with two rubbers on his waist Two steppin' to the base
Mc Ice t I'm your pusher I know you're lovin' this drugs as it's comin' out your speaker Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters But this base
hustler is to stick and move And make you say, "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool, I base my
move around, from the sound of the BEP family, Got your bodies move around with my sister,"Fergie,"-quietly-And the blood of raise your hand, so let's get ready for the jam
the bleeding 2-4 to base over, are you receiving? Remember rap tracks in '87 Scott-La-Rocks up in Hip-Hop heaven Biggie and Tupac R.I.P. Even Jam Master
when you're ready to throw never step up talkin - that's like tryin to pitch, but you're balkin And I'ma steal first, hide the base, but you base You
must have all gone mad Maybe right turned over They promise us the earth Instead we've got the great depression Now you're free and easy with the base
funkadelic beat to a funkadelic soul Still kickin it live with the main man John Someone in the house you where doing it right The cool rocky jam
really know me (Woke up the beef and that nigga was the homie) Getting on these dudes when Ia??m not in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam
lion sleeps tonight, (dis is serious!) in the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion sleeps tonight. Yo! Street side are we base, we don't have we own place, on the bushead we jam
the other side, And God knows that my mother tried, With me, myself Hollowman, and my brother grind, Thinking about the gutter times, Peanut butter, jam
dressed up, sweats and techs Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect Hand is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen Let my jam
me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking light post I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most Now I'm a base head down
race at a pace with no shoelaces The race is faces, places, disgraces Taste the taste of the racial facial Disgraceful taste this race is facin' Get outta my face don't base
used to cry, now she's back in the pen A human war between women and men (Kid Capri) Melodie, Kid Capri (Jam Master Jay and DMC) Jam jay on the way,
