Artist:  Bass P
Album:  "It's Mine"
Song:  "Just Groove"

Verse 1:
You know I'm in the place, straight droppin' the bass
A 24-pack case will fuck up yo' face
A blood alcohol trace will make you race
From the cops with mace, better pick up the pace
Like a Dukes of Hazzard chase, Daisy's fine in lace
The chance I won't waste to corrupt her chaste(ness)
Wanna hit that shit, be all up on it
Like a hand to a mitt, I'm a perfect fit
When we're tired, we quit, a cigarette is lit
Break out my first-aid kit, repair my shit
'Cuz I got freaky like Ki-Lo, and I say that even though
I'm a mellow kind of fellow, stickin' to the basics with my show
So, gotta go, gotta go, gotta be at work by 4
Oh shit, I want mo', Daisy's a fine ass ho
But I like to do it slow, my lovin's not allegro
So, tell myself, "No," push my temptation out the do'
Give me a boat, and I'll row, 'cuz like a river, I flow
Hate it when bitches stoop low, tryin' to fuck up my tempo
And you know, they get a dis, they get on my shit list
Whenever you get me pissed, you gotta deal with my fist
Bite like a snake, then I'll hiss.  I'm tough like Tony Twist
I think you get the jist, so just groove to this

Chorus:
Just groovin', I'm provin' my beats and rhymes are so soothin'
I keep you movin', removin' any doubt that I'm cruisin'
On this track, lay back, the mack'll put the smack down
I'm just groovin' on the Westside of town

Verse 2:
Some groovy ass shit I make when time and effort's what I take
My goal's to make you shake and dance so much you ache
More tremors than an earthquake, more prominent than a Great Lake
More dangerous than a rattlesnake, your mind I'll overtake
So, you better stay awake for your own damn sake
'Cuz lots of bitches are fake, out to take everyone's cake
But me, I stay real, and "I'm Alive" like Seal
I work for my meal, not out to rob and steal
I like a girl who's ideal, with mad sex appeal
Make me do a cartwheel, when we touch and feel
Not sayin' I'm the mack.  Not sayin' I always shack
But you know there's no slack when I hit the sack
"Killin' Me Softly" like Ms. Flack, and I used to run track
So my stamina's stacked like Jenny McCarthy's rack
So let me take you back to my room for a snack
We can kill all the yak, but leave the windows cracked
And let the breeze just move, while I talk real smooth
Our parents would disapprove, but you gotta just groove

Chorus (on the Eastside of town)

Verse 3:
I'll do it one more time, and with this scheme, I'll rhyme
Twice in every line, many have called me sublime
Up a ladder I'll climb, to make sure I get mine
I'm always in my prime, and you know that I'm
Sometimes shy, but I'm a helluva guy
I never get high, 'cuz that shit will crucify
When it's winter in July, when it's rainin' but it's dry
That's the day I'll die and retire to the sky
But for now I'm here to stay, livin' day by day
Workin' hard, gettin' pay, with all these tracks I lay
Make a crowd yell, "Hey!"  Slow it down and make 'em sway
And like that artist Monet, blendin' shit in every kinda way
If you get the full effect, then you will respect
My tape you won't eject, 'cuz it's more than you'll expect
Dealin' with all kinds of subjects, always comin' correct
With this Southern dialect to help it all connect
I'm all about havin' fun, and that's the way that it's done
Who said I'm number 1?  Well, I'm second to none
My rhyme will persist as long as I exist
Move to a state of bliss and just groove to this

Chorus (all over the town)

Copyright 1998 Peter A. Roselli