| 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 deal are the ones that fail (Yeah!)
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| Yeah, you can move if you wanna move
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| What it prove? |
| It’s here like the groove
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| The problem is this, we gotta' fix it
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| Check out the justice, and how they run it
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| Selling, smelling, sniffing, riffing
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| And brothers try to get swift and
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| Sell their own, rob a home
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| While some shrivel to bone
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| Like comatose 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! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba»
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba» (Yeah)
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| «One, two, three, four, five, six»
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| «Kick it!»
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| «Years ago»
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| I put this together to (rock) the bells of those that boost the dose
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| Of lack a lack, and those that sell to Black
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| Shame on a brother when he dealin'
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| The same block where my 98 be wheelin'
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| And everybody know, another kilo
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| From a corner from a brother to keep another below
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| Stop illin' and killing, stop grillin'
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| Yo, Black, yo (We are willing!)
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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 (Way, no way)
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| This stuff is really bad (Fee-fi-fo)
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| I’m talking 'bout
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-»
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba»
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba»
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| «Bass!»
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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-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
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| How low can you go?»
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| «How-how-how-how
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| How-low-low-low
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| How low can you go?»
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| (Yo!)
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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, checking the time, homeboys playing the curb
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| The same ones that used to do herb (Yo, Herb!)
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| Now they’re gone, passing it on
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| Poison attack — the Black word bond (Word, word)
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| My man Daddy-O once said to me
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| He knew a brother who stayed all day in his Jeep
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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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| The culprit used to jam and rock the mike
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| Yo, he stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
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| And wander around to find a place
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| Where they rocked to a different kind of
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| Come on, y’all!
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| «Hold it now! |
| Wait!»
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| «Wait it! |
| Wait!»
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| «Yo, run it, Black!»
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| Succotash is a method for kids to make cash
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| Selling drugs to the brother man instead of the other man
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| (Brothers and sisters!)
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| I’m talkin' 'bout
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-»
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-
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| «Bass! |
| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-»
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| «Bass!» |