| Here it is, bam
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| And you say «Goddamn, this is the dope jam»
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| But let’s define the term called dope
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| And you think it mean funky now, no
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| Here is a true tale
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| Of the ones that take it are the ones that fail (Aw yeah!)
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| You can use if you wanna use
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| Sell your shoes, arms full of tracks and bruises
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| The problem is this, they can’t stop it
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| Some even suck dick holes to try to cop it
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| Sellin', smellin', sniffin', trippin'
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| And others try to get swift and
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| Break in your home, rob their own
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| While they shrivel up down to bone
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| Dead zombies walking around
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| Please don’t confuse this with the sound
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| I’m talking about
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-bass! |
| (It was the night)
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| «One, two, three, four, five, six, seven»
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| «Years ago»
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| I pulled out the hatchet to chop the throat of those who sell the dope
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| And hack the back of those who burn the crack
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| Shame on a sucker when he dealin'
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| In the same park where children be chillin'
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| And everybody know, another kilo
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| On a corner from a buster keep another below
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| Stop illin' and killin', and stop dealin'
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| Get smacked up (Yo cap a peelin')
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| Four, five o’clock in the mornin'
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| Wait a minute y’all, the fiends are fiendin'
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| Day to day, to day, they say no other way
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| Your death is all that’s left
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| We’re talking 'bout
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)
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| «Hold, hold it! |
| Listen»
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| «We gon' get on down, now!»
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| «How-how-how-how-
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| How low can you go?»
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| «How-how-how-how-how-how-how-
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| How low can you go?»
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| «How-how-how-how-how-how-how-how-how-
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| How low can you go?»
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| «How-how-how-how-how-how-how-
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| How low can you go?»
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| Listen! |
| I see it on their faces
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| (First come, first serve basis)
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| Standing’on line, checkin' the time, homies all playin' the curb
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| The same ones that used to do herb (Yo)
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| Now they gone, draggin' on
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| Dope in the arm, no longer right or wrong
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| Brainless, nameless, soulless
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| Reekin' of odors, huntin' for boulders
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| A man cashin' checks once said to me
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| He knew a guy that was lost off in the street
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| And at night he went to sleep
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| And in the morning, all he had was the sneakers on his feet
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| And this fool used to jam and rock the mike
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| Now he hunts for rock to fill his pipe
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| As he wanders 'round, his life a waste
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| He rides to a different kind of
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| Come on, y’all!
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| «Now»
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| «Wait a minute!»
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| «Run it back!»
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| It won’t last, you’ll be fast to dead your ass
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| Whether you sell or use, you still lose
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| (Ninjas and ninjettes!)
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| We’re talkin' 'bout
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba- (It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Bass!"(It was the night)
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| «Bass! |
| Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-bass» |