BAMMM!
And you say, G**damn! This is the dope jam!
But let's define the term called "Dope"
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of the ones that deal, are the ones that fail
Yeah! You can move if you wanna move
What it prove
It's here like the groove
The problem is this - we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice - and how they run it
Sellin', smellin', sniffin', riffin'
And brothers try to get swift an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about BASS!
Rock the bells of those that boost the dose
Of lack a lack and those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my 98 be wheelin'
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below
Stop illin' and killin'
Stop grillin'
Yo, black, yo (We are willin'!)
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Wait a minute y'all!
The fiends are fiendin'
Day to day they say no other way
This stuff is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout BASS!
Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis - Run-DMC - "Sucker MCs' (Krush Groove 1)")
Standin' in line
Checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
Daddy-O once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his Jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was the sneakers on his feet!
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of BASS!
The Night Of The Living Bassheads Video (MV)
Performed By: Public Enemy
Language: English
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Sadler, Hank Shocklee
Public Enemy - The Night Of The Living Bassheads Lyrics
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BAMMM!
And you say, G**damn! This is the dope jam!
But let's define the term called "Dope"
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of the ones that deal, are the ones that fail
Yeah! You can move if you wanna move
What it prove
It's here like the groove
The problem is this - we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice - and how they run it
Sellin', smellin', sniffin', riffin'
And brothers try to get swift an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about BASS!
Rock the bells of those that boost the dose
Of lack a lack and those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my 98 be wheelin'
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below
Stop illin' and killin'
Stop grillin'
Yo, black, yo (We are willin'!)
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Wait a minute y'all!
The fiends are fiendin'
Day to day they say no other way
This stuff is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout BASS!
Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis - Run-DMC - "Sucker MCs' (Krush Groove 1)")
Standin' in line
Checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
Daddy-O once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his Jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was the sneakers on his feet!
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of BASS!
And you say, G**damn! This is the dope jam!
But let's define the term called "Dope"
And you think it mean funky now, no
Here is a true tale
Of the ones that deal, are the ones that fail
Yeah! You can move if you wanna move
What it prove
It's here like the groove
The problem is this - we gotta' fix it
Check out the justice - and how they run it
Sellin', smellin', sniffin', riffin'
And brothers try to get swift an'
Sell to their own, rob a home
While some shrivel to bone
Like comatose walkin' around
Please don't confuse this with the sound
I'm talking about BASS!
Rock the bells of those that boost the dose
Of lack a lack and those that sell to Black
Shame on a brother when he dealin'
The same block where my 98 be wheelin'
And everybody know
Another kilo
From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below
Stop illin' and killin'
Stop grillin'
Yo, black, yo (We are willin'!)
4, 5 o'clock in the mornin'
Wait a minute y'all!
The fiends are fiendin'
Day to day they say no other way
This stuff is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout BASS!
Yo, listen
I see it on their faces
(First come first serve basis - Run-DMC - "Sucker MCs' (Krush Groove 1)")
Standin' in line
Checkin' the time
Homeboys playin' the curb
The same ones that used to do herb
Now they're gone
Passin' it on
Poison attack - the Black word bond
Daddy-O once said to me
He knew a brother who stayed all day in his Jeep
And at night he went to sleep
And in the mornin' all he had was the sneakers on his feet!
The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo
He stripped the Jeep to fill his pipe
And wander around to find a place
Where they rocked to a different kind of BASS!
Writer: Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Sadler, Hank Shocklee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING