Bassheads

Yeah boy!
Turn up that!
Ay yo turn up the
Base! (x12)
Just like a basshead, I can’t live without my shit hitting
The back of the car it sound like somebody kicking it
Pop the trunk where it all goes down
Then roll by slow just to shake up your town
And the whip is filled with that low bass sound
They say you won’t be hearing anything you play it that loud
Cause of that, cause of that
Cause of that, cause of that
Cause of my, cause of my
They say that, they say that
Then tell them all to back up, and let me get my space homie
I see you mad you ain’t talking but yeah your face show me
I’m at the light and I’m bumping you smell the dody
Just turn it up louder as soon as you pass the police
Maxing up the volume like fuck it you cannot own me
Tell him that you don’t know me
Talk to the sub only
That’s the, that’s the
That’s the, that’s the
That’s the, that’s the
Y’all can’t fuck with my! (x3)
Base! (x12)
All systems loaded revenge of Johnny 5
Equalizer like blink while I keep the party live
Impressed to fly robot with my dance steps
Bunny man, Roger Rabbit and electric slide
These are robotic sweat dripping from off my helmet
To my pelvis and now all of my circuits fried
Base! (x12)
Bass line’s moving make a rocka move
Party people you are now under my hypnosis
Robotic arm contacts the needle to the groove
As I proceed to command party people to move
I zip-zip switch into mode and get busy
Humanoids dance around until their dome gets dizzy
From all the
Base!(x12)
Y’all can’t fuck with my! (x3)
Base! (x12)