Bass (Remix)

Drop, drop that, drop that, drop that
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop that
Drop, drop that, drop that, drop that
Here comes the, here comes the bass

Yo, Pooh, let's drop some bass
To make the wall shake
And vibrate the floor just like an earthquake
King T is back again but with a new topic
I wouldn't listen too close 'cause it's toxic

A new format complete with a tool
Even though I transform, I stay cool
For me to get taken, how would you figure it?
Why don't go back if you thought you would be ignorant
Or just stupid or cold dumb
I play lead vocals, Pooh plays drums
Keith does cuts, suckers get torn
But I gotta break, here comes the horn

Gangsta boogie
Gang-gang-gangsta boogie
Gangsta, gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta boogie
Gang-gang-gangsta boogie

Bass to make your heart shiver
I know you remember back when I used to wear silver
But I gave it a toss 'cause I was told
That you're not a real B-boy without real gold
So I went downtown to see
How much is the thirty-inch dookie?

It's quite a bit of money for a big ol' chain

Threw him a thousand then he handed me some change
And now I'm cooler, in other words I got it goin'
Swing to the side while I'm showin' a professional skill
That I put together with perfection
I gotta clear my throat, punch in the heart section

'Cause I need some boom
To crack the walls, break the windows, shake the room
When I'm done take my photo
This is how it goes though, king of cool lyrics
And I'm solo, ask a rhyme preacher
Should've been a teacher, let the bass reach ya

And let it beat ya, never givin' up
'Cause I persist to be the dopest
I wouldn't take it as a gag or a joke
It's serious, bass drum kickin' like a ninja
You wanna dance to death when it's in ya
If you say that I'm the coolest I'll probably say truly

But at this time I represent Keith Cooley

Keith Cooley
Keith Cooley
Keith Cooley
Keith Cooley

First floor, the part where I get it off

Then try to rush it 'cause the studio cost
I mean the main idea is bass
And you'll probably get a bruise when it slaps your face
So don't get mad or even angry at me
I'm just a lyricist and my name's T
The supreme cool kid who puts life in the mic

I need bass from a drum, to hell with the pipe
Casanova, fly guy, funky fresh in the fashion
To those who don't know you best believe I'm the best at this fashion
I'm flashin' just like a drum
(Hold it now, here it come, come, come)

Now T, how you livin' homes?
(L-l-like, like this)

Okay
Now everybody in the disco if you're feelin' alright
And you know King T's the MC of the night
Don't front, get up, let me know what's happenin'
Keith does the scratchin' for the King T slappin'
I'm from Compton though, I travel the nation
And from every different state I get different conversation
On the, so just give me some space
Back up and just let Pooh drop that bass

Pooh drop that bass