Intro

(альбом: Bass-Ment Cuts - 1991)

Just the good old boys
Never meaning no harm

Some of you mother fuckers know me
You say, "That's Joe Bruce, my neighborhood homie
Trying to come up, trying to be a rap star
But his basement tapes ain't going far"
I ain't trying to be famous. I ain't trying to be rich
All I'm trying to do it dip my dick in your bitch
See me after dark, rim shooting hoop
Or at home, ganging beats from the Lifers Group
Yeah, I'm jacking beats, I ain't afraid to say
Them mother fuckers rotting in jail any mother fucking way
But I don't need to hear you say it
You don't like my shit, then don't fucking play it
"Hey, yo, J, your tape is weak"
Now your eye's swelled shut, and you're missing teeth
This is a homemade mother fucking basement track
I ain't a super star, so get the fuck off my nut sack

Hold up, hold up, hold up