Making The Mix

Just gimme da gimme da base
Something to giggle your face
Something to put you in place
Something to pound in the back of a caddy
While smokin a phatty
No matter the person or case
Just keepin it keepin it real
With the way that you feel
While your whole group is rollin around
Lifting you straight out the ground
To the mix of the sound
While the baseline continues to pound
Never be doing a nothing
But thinking of something
To add to this audible verse
Taking that something from nothing
With help from the bumping
Bomb; but it isn't perverse
So now it has come to the time
Where I'll change up the rhyme
And conjure a sexual line
Like spreading it right down the seam
If you know what i mean
To a lady who's looking so fine
Better be blowing me; showing me
Some kind of trick with the tip
Of her flickering tongue
This lady had better be ready
Her rhythm's been steady
To have me be giving her some
Something that's coming up quick
Toward the tip of my dick
To release then she'll swallow and smile
And until this hot lady comes back
To help drain out my sack
I'll  be waitin to come for a while
So gimme da gimme da base
To put back in your face
For the sake of just hearing it pound
Keeping your mind occupied
At the same time it's fried
While your whole group is rollin around
Just gimme da gimme da base
To put back in your face
With a verse that will never be found
For the fact that no fucker will find it
Well hidden
Mixed up with the base, rhythm, and sound.