The Basement Lyrics

The Basement lyrics

featuring Heavy D Rob O Grap Lover and Dida

[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*