paroles de chanson Night of the Living Baseheads - Insane Clown Posse
"Have
you
forgotten
that
once
we
were
brought
here,
We
were
robbed
of
our
name,
robbed
of
our
language.
We
lost
our
religion,
our
culture,
our
God...
And
many
of
us,
by
the
way
we
act,
we
even
lost
our
minds"
Here
it
is,
bam
And
you
say
"Goddamn,
this
is
the
dope
jam"
But
let's
define
the
term
called
dope
And
you
think
it
mean
funky
now,
no
Here
is
a
true
tale
Of
the
ones
that
deal
are
the
ones
that
fail
(Yeah!)
Yeah,
you
can
move
if
you
wanna
move
What
it
prove?
It's
here
like
the
groove
The
problem
is
this,
we
gotta'
fix
it
Check
out
the
justice,
and
how
they
run
it
Selling,
smelling,
sniffing,
riffing
And
brothers
try
to
get
swift
and
Sell
their
own,
rob
a
home
While
some
shrivel
to
bone
Like
comatose
walking
around
Please
don't
confuse
this
with
the
sound
I'm
talking
about
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba"
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba"
(Yeah)
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
"One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six"
"Kick
it!"
"Years
ago"
I
put
this
together
to
(rock)
the
bells
of
those
that
boost
the
dose
Of
lack
a
lack,
and
those
that
sell
to
Black
Shame
on
a
brother
when
he
dealin'
The
same
block
where
my
98
be
wheelin'
And
everybody
know,
another
kilo
From
a
corner
from
a
brother
to
keep
another
below
Stop
illin'
and
killing,
stop
grillin'
Yo,
Black,
yo
(We
are
willing!)
Four,
five
o'clock
in
the
mornin'
Wait
a
minute
y'all,
the
fiends
are
fiendin'
Day
to
day,
to
day,
they
say
no
other
way
(Way,
no
way)
This
stuff
is
really
bad
(Fee-fi-fo)
I'm
talking
'bout
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-"
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba"
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba"
"Bass!"
"Hold,
hold
it!
Listen"
"We
gon'
get
on
down,
now!"
"How-how-how-how-how-how-how-how-
How
low
can
you
go?"
"How-how-how-how-how-how-how
How
low
can
you
go?"
"How-how-how-how-how-how
How
low
can
you
go?"
"How-how-how-how
How-low-low-low
How
low
can
you
go?"
(Yo!)
(Listen!)
I
see
it
on
their
faces
(First
come,
first
serve
basis)
Standing
on
line,
checking
the
time,
homeboys
playing
the
curb
The
same
ones
that
used
to
do
herb
(Yo,
Herb!)
Now
they're
gone,
passing
it
on
Poison
attack
- the
Black
word
bond
(Word,
word)
My
man
Daddy-O
once
said
to
me
He
knew
a
brother
who
stayed
all
day
in
his
Jeep
And
at
night
he
went
to
sleep
And
in
the
morning,
all
he
had
was
the
sneakers
on
his
feet
The
culprit
used
to
jam
and
rock
the
mike
Yo,
he
stripped
the
Jeep
to
fill
his
pipe
And
wander
around
to
find
a
place
Where
they
rocked
to
a
different
kind
of
Come
on,
y'all!
"Hold
it
now!
Wait!"
"Wait
it!
Wait!"
"Yo,
run
it,
Black!"
Succotash
is
a
method
for
kids
to
make
cash
Selling
drugs
to
the
brother
man
instead
of
the
other
man
(Brothers
and
sisters!)
I'm
talkin'
'bout
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-"
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-
"Bass!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-"
"Bass!"
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1 Prelude (feat. Psychopathic Family)
2 Jump Around
3 Shout (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
4 Ain't No Future in Yo Frontin'
5 Hold Still (feat. Downtown Brown)
6 Bitch Betta Have My Money (feat. Fred Durst)
7 Night of the Living Baseheads
8 Beautiful (Indestructible)
9 Mind Playin' Tricks (feat. Anybody Killa & Lil Wyte)
10 State of Shock
11 Love for Dem Gangsters (feat. Cold 187um)
12 Guess My Religion
13 Outtakes
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