Trick Daddy - Bass

[Intro:]
This dedicated to all the real DJs
All 'em niggas in them Chevy's!

[Verse 1:]
Hey, what's up, playa hatin niggas need to shut the fuck up (shut up)
Cut it out
make my name taste like shit in ya mouth (DOO! DOO!)
Same nigga that be talking this shit be the first nigga speak when I'm walking that bitch
Lame nigga that be hatin' on trick jump right in they whip and go to funkin my shit!
You know how niggas be (yes)
they ya dawg while ya there but they talk about you when you leave
I'm like fuck nigga, please
You couldn't get a blessing from me if you fuck nigga, sneezed
up fire, like fuck nigga freeze
Don't move dont mothafuckin, breathe!
See I was raised to be fuck nigga free
If You don't like what I'm sayin', then fuck nigga, leave!
I, stay far away from sucka niggas
Get money, live life like fuck a nigga
You, you and your crew and some other shit
Fake thugs who indulge in that sucka shit!

[Chorus:]
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
and we known for the BASS!!!
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKs, AKs
And a whole lot of bass
where my dunk ryder niggas at!
with the funk in the trunk
let 'em hear that BASS
thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass

[Verse 2:]
See, I'm a nigga thats straight out the hood
My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods
So if I'm GA Alabama, or south carolina just know that I'm good
i, represent for the thug niggas
Start snappin go to slappin all the fuck nigga
Back hand any nigga wearin' tight pants
Fuck nigga might as well wear lace wigs
bitch ass nigga you
you try too hard, and I ain't feeling you
So here's what I'm finna do
I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do!
Right now, get ya puss ass out
Or later on they will tote ya ass out
Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin this a mothauckin' game, get hit up wit dem thangs!

[Chorus:]
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
and we known for the BASS!!!
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKS, AKs
And a whole lot of bass
where my dunkryder niggas at!
with the funk in the trunk
let 'em hear that BASS
thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass

[Verse 3:]
To the nigga wit the old school tape deck
say playa, can a nigga get a bass check
Now that's too much qual for your new car
And this bass too hard for ya iPod
My God, I hope you got a good heart
Cause ol' lord these speakers on steriods
Can't nan nigga rap like I rap
Fuck niggas slick rap but they won't step
Its the niggas like me who ya can't scare
Coming through with the middle finger in the air!
Fuck you, you and your whole crew
Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too
i, gives a fuck what a nigga think
Off rip be the first nigga in the paint.
You, you the nigga that will try to run
Dial 911, say I got a gun!

[Chorus:]
I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA
and we known for the BASS!!!
We got pills, got weed, got yay, SKS, AKs
And a whole lot of bass
where my dunkryder niggas at!
with the funk in the trunk
let 'em hear that BASS
thugs nigga wanna feel that BASS
All the ladies go crazy when they hear that bass