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The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while

Yeah its feeling too real,
Yeah
I wanna sleep forever choppa by my nightstand
And I'm falling asleep with the devil drugs in right hand
Lil bitch she

high
Mix the lean with the xans
She my lil lady, she my baby (she my baby)
Her love and shit got me going crazy
(Going crazy)
I been super tired
I just

with this lil clip, he made a go-go gadget
Even if they giving years for pole, bet not go-go rat it

Told bro to mix and drop the beat, that's when I

on
Better ask somebody, set up by a nasty thotty (for real)
Lil' bastard's prolly waitin' with the mask in lobby
I got the scoop for ice and cream, they

It’s just me vs the world
It’s just me vs the world
It’s just me vs the world
I came up bumping that Lil Wayne so nigga tryna get a mil
My lil

leave it’s gon take my heart from me

Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b


And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy 

Tay Tay 

Died

pape I don't see the relevance
Mix the girl wit the soda I just made an element
And my trunk in the front like I drive a elephant
And I keep a firearm I

get 'em gone
Clientele good, ain't no riding that bike
They call me lil Eli, but I go by Stretch
Cayce baby if you know where that's at
Bout to come up

Open my eyes and see city lights
Lil homie gon rob his momma gon cry
I don't wonder why just know I get fly
Hittin the town just to get by
If you're not

so that puts you in the mix up
But I'm gunnin' for your heart, so tell that nigga it's a stick up
I called your phone, baby, pick up It's more than

the xan with the lean I can't keep up 
Mix the xan with the lean I can't keep up 
Re-up
Re-up
I just left that lil thot for a diva
Know I'm down but just

Committed some sins on my life

The cops tried to snatch me and take me away

But ima just get this shit right

Young lil nigga I’m trynna progress

Frito-Lay
My bitch on her shit, lil nigga, she a CNA
I made five thousand the first day
I stepped into the bank
A nigga tried to rob me with a
22 and got

that cah chose to be on the strip to close to reaching feeling my hip one toke this weed sativa garn hit twos close and anyting else we don't mix

If two

Tumble out of bed, dizzy in the head
Seemed a little upset, when you came home alone
Mumble a reply, followed by a lie
Then I wonder why, as if I've

Let em hit the chicken head
While the boy mix the sauce
We gone swang big clanks
We gone let it pop off
I ain’t stopping from the jump
Every body pissed

Mix that shit so perfect
My drink neat no murky
End a career so early
Spend ya whole life soul searching
Your drink way too syrupy
My clean streak

happen I'm a rapper I been spazzin'
Got me feelin' a lil different
But I still been gettin' active wit the dealers and the scammas
Either way that you mix

Watch how I move, get the money, drop the bag lil' bitch
She got oooh!, stupid body, she a bad lil' bitch
Why you hatin', step your game up, don't be

on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.

missing
And when a old school soca mix and follow I
Throw my hand in the air like
Deep down I know that’s what been missing

Here’s to calypso
Do a lil

yeah
Give 'em that rhythm and trap
Yeah this that rhythm and trap
Yeah this that rhythm and trap, yeah
Mix that rhythm with the flavor
Take the blues,

one, no, that is not for me
Time is money, waste my time, I'll rob your pockets clean
Lil boys be mad over money, hoes, then call it beef
In my circle,