[Intro: Pete Rock]
Ah yeah
Feel the funk baby
That's right, this is called The Basement
And my man C.L. Smooth kick it for you like this
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
From the Heights, not what, am I right? Simple I can do this (Huh?)
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess (Yeah)
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella (Say what?)
So prepare for landin', and crash into a cellar (That's right)
Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune (Yeah)
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon (Uh)
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stock (What?)
Now, all the horny heifers 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 stall (Yeah)
Vocal arrangement, ready, set to hit the pavement (What?)
But not before the kid leave The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
The Basement, with the funky RAM
Here comes my man, my brother
Grap Lover, get wreck, cousin, come on
[Verse 2: Grap Luva, Pete Rock]
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother (Yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another (Uh-huh)
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display (What?)
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way (Woo)
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people savior (What?)
Clockin' all the honeys, eyes sharp like a razor (Yeah)
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover (Uh)
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother"
Yeah, once in a while I be with C.L. on the DL (Woo)
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement (Yeah)
The Basement, yes, where the beats and the rhymes flow (Uh-huh)
Peace, I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement
Ah yeah
Feel the funk baby
That's right, this is called The Basement
And my man C.L. Smooth kick it for you like this
[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock]
From the Heights, not what, am I right? Simple I can do this (Huh?)
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess (Yeah)
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin' fella (Say what?)
So prepare for landin', and crash into a cellar (That's right)
Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune (Yeah)
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon (Uh)
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat stock (What?)
Now, all the horny heifers 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 stall (Yeah)
Vocal arrangement, ready, set to hit the pavement (What?)
But not before the kid leave The Basement
[Bridge: Pete Rock]
The Basement, with the funky RAM
Here comes my man, my brother
Grap Lover, get wreck, cousin, come on
[Verse 2: Grap Luva, Pete Rock]
Call me the Grap Luva, yes, the younger Soul Brother (Yeah)
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another (Uh-huh)
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display (What?)
Quick to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way (Woo)
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people savior (What?)
Clockin' all the honeys, eyes sharp like a razor (Yeah)
I kick a dance step, you're soon to discover (Uh)
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca and the Soul Brother"
Yeah, once in a while I be with C.L. on the DL (Woo)
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The Basement (Yeah)
The Basement, yes, where the beats and the rhymes flow (Uh-huh)
Peace, I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of The Basement
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