(Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your ass turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot
(Verse) Cocaine, red rum, heroin, automatic gun Watch the led come, twerking money then spread some Nigga you’d die if you’d try me Warner Brother, my gun is Death Jam, Joey ID Definitely won’t jam when you ride up beside me Straight pound, straight A, bring em on my paydays And every day is payday I shoot yo shit down like mayday Ain’t a better rapper, if it is, I don’t know of em My raise is hoe ass bitch and she’s blowin em Cuban necktie off buck 50 Realest nigga in rap, come fuck with me Niggas know and bitches too LOX, D block, sickest crew 123, showin what the 4 5th will do I don’t give a fuck about your family that’s missing you
(Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your ass turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot
(Verse) Pretty watch and the pretty whip Pretty much it’s a pretty gun I get busy with Playin belly dancing, little fizzy shit Think the killa nigga want some silly shit Silly niggas gotta die too, I’m serious You crip a piroo, couple niggas is curious Now I’m in my own gang and my style’s furious Hating niggas, banging niggas, Wolf pack niggas, show the fame niggas Quiet niggas do yo thang nigga To calm down I need a bunch of weed Or I’ll crack yo head like a pumpkin seed Or a sunflower, or the shell on a walnut I’m G’d up but I’m all nuts Or coocoo, or loco But I‘m just fine with a 9 and trade ocho Stay the fuck away from me if you talk to popo
(Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your ass turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot
(Verse) This is beast music provided by Scram and I Light it up nigga, get phantom high Try to keep up with the Jones Keep up with the beats and keep up with the poems Spittin out the dome while I’m lightin up the zones See that, or see me lightin up the chrome You ain’t fuckin with me nigga, neither is yo homeboy Hardest nigga out, standing all alone boy You want the title? Set the match up I’ll push you down and you ain’t getting back up I’ll fuck around until you’re back up Phase 2: niggas gonna say go slate you
(Hook) Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Get your ass turned into a memory Bodies in the basement Bodies in the basement Rock em off more Bodies bodies in the basement If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
