The Basement Lyrics by Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

The Basement Lyrics

    [pete rock]
    Ahh yeahh!! feel the funk bay-beeee!!
    That's right, this is called the basement!
    And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this..

    [cl smooth]
    From the heights, not what am i write, simple i can do this
    Like popeye to brutus, i'm your host like a stewardess
    Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin fella
    So prepare for landing, and crash into a cellar
    Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune
    Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
    With pete rock, the complete lock and beat stop
    Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
    Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
    Buffoon i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
    Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
    But not before the kid leave the basement

    [pete rock]
    The basement, put the funk in grand
    Here comes my man
    My brother.. grap lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

    [grap lover]
    Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
    Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find another
    When the funk is played, the rhyme i display
    Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way
    Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people saviour
    Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
    I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover
    Yo, that's the kid from "mecca and the soul brother"
    Yeah once in a while i be with cl on the dl
    Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the basement
    The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes flow
    Peace i gotta go, grapster's out the door of the basement

    [pete rock]
    Of the basement! next we got.. a special guest
    I ain't gonna tell you who it is..
    C'mon.. rap along..

    [heavy d]
    Tick tock tick, things are gettin - thick
    Here comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
    To see a black man gettin paid on the regular
    Car with the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya
    I got plots and plans, pots and pans
    Stocks and grands, so make room for the big man
    I walk the streets in peace and i'm never strapped
    But i know a crew of young gunz that'll send you back
    So easy does it on the dl
    Peace to pete rock, and the mecca don cl
    Heavy d's on this track, lettin you know there's no replacement
    Peace signin off, check one two straight from the basement

    [pete rock]
    Straight from the basement
    I'm tellin you now, kid
    It's crazy fat
    I wonder who this is comin up?

    Fourth but not least, the backbone of the wig out
    Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no sellout
    Speakin, upon where i dwell from the dungeon
    All over the u.s. states, even london
    Pasttime present, black to the future
    Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don shula
    A raider well like art shell, crazy defense
    A pro bowl with soul for local events
    The crew name is cl smooth and pete rock
    Here to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock
    The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
    Clever like a secret agent comin from the basement

    That's right, crazy funky
    Aww my man
    He's crazy funky, his name is rob-o, check him out

    [rob-o]
    Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess what i am
    Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks
    To stacks of vocal breaks life pays when
    Kid said, "pete makes beats in the basement"
    Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
    The real side, the 7-7 hillside
    I thought i'd just chill, take a breath
    Straight up columbus hill, make a left
    And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got flicks
    Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin lovely
    Walkin down the street, much props, on the ?
    I hear voices sayin, "that's rob-o'dingo in the basement"

    [pete rock]
    Ahh ha ha ha! hah yeah! this is funky!
    I can feel it
    My man from the vernon, his name is di-da, make it raw

    [dida]
    Fly like an eagle, a seagull
    Always into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle
    People, grab a tight hold of the sound
    Hard, snatchin raw papes off the shelves
    Blowin up spots from state to state
    I'm comin to town but you just can't wait
    Check the station, for conversation at six-block
    Uno here, to put suckers in the mix
    I get deeper than oceanography
    Thinkin of crazy shit, like psychology
    So speak the piece, then slide like grease
    The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

    [pete rock]
    In the basement, is where i dwell
    Check the mc's swell
    Cause i am, crazy funky, with cl smooth
    My man ?, rob-o, g-r baby pah
    The heavster, my brother grap lover
    Everybody.. *fades out, can't hear it*


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