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letra de 1 train (basement gang remix) - basement gang

[verse 1:nate trillion]

bas-m-nt gang
like a t-st-cl-

this rap sh-t crazy
weedgot me feeling wavy
overflow on the track
swim like the navy
buckle up motherf-cker finna get wild
better keep it cool like a black and mild
freestyle, off the top of the dome
ya girl gave me top but refusing the bone
d-mn i guess ill try tomorrow
bet ya f-cking tight like a set of new corn rows
dont trust these hoes
i guess would be the morale
but d-mn shanty got a big fat -ss
and she got good brain so she p-ssing cl-ss
in the end you need to find a good girl
till then ima smoke me some good girl
late night driving home alone faded
is this our time being wasted
cause i could be doing big things big things
well ima still grind till the fat lady sings b-tch

[verse 2:salvo]

they said spit fire on 1 train
these kids say i’m insane
pick a day to pick my brain
and you’ll understand real pain
but with real pain comes real gain
the mentality to stay your lane
but when i’m pushed into and f-cked with
the rush is like snorting cocaine
but i try to stay a chill dude
can’t pinpoint me your a bit construed
cause ill act nice and still be rude
plus i’m still hungry but not for food
only hungry for those checks
still flexing on em no pecs
when you spit its like were playing ball
cause all i hear is next
and yes i am about it
f-ck you lazy b-tches
you’ll just find a way around it
my ambitions crazy man
you can’t match this drive
so give it break
you give me headaches
this is the sound on the mic
we gotta see him live
i feel alive , a master
but no disguise
a master to these lies
how do you think one survives
when everyone dies
what would you rather have
an inconvienent truth
or a re-ssuring lie
i wonder why
but kids
i think its time to face facts
nates got the sick beats
bas-m-nts got the ill tracks
you know i got a sick reach
to knock you f-ggots way back
so make sure you have your facts straight
before you see me and get smacked

[verse 3:bellomo]

f-ck a 1 train girl you boutta catch the d-train
back at the crib while i’m sippin on some champagne
playin hard to get but i could see right through yah
ain’t a rap god but i got that buddha
lookin for that inner peace, the perfect state of mind
what’s the point of rapping if you ain’t tryna get signed
i want the money and the fame/ the b-tches with no shame
pull up in a rarri with that shiny diamond chain
bas-m-nt gang we stick together
like a biker and his leather
quick on our feet like we light as a feather
the situation lit lookin like we in the city
getting f-cked up like what the f-cks a kidney
coolin in this b-tch there ain’t nothing to see
go where we please like we got the master key
ya i’m in the zone just call it a 2,3
jordan to this game ain’t n0body do it like me

[verse 4: pp]

this that 1 train
my 1 thang
go bang bang
leave you in pain
and full of stains
cause that my nuts hang
it’s our time to reign
bas-m-nt we are high
my nickname is champagne
sippin i’m sippin
p-ssy is drippin
then stick my d-ck in
look at my face
when it’s your girl i will grin
move dope , king pin
got lots of money
you can say that we are winnin
bas-m-nt is close knit
we will not forget
the haters that’s made us
smokin on papers
you owe us some favors
i can’t see my neighbors
separated by acres
court side by lakers
you’ll meet ya maker
biggie c-ssette in the corvette
we are a threat
see us in cold sweat
then throw ya debt
ima hand this off
swaf stacks b-tch

[verse 5: swaf stacks]

old jays on
but i’m still fresher than a kid coming out the confession booth
amen
with my timing you can call my big ben
and i am the star of bethlehem
bas-m-nt gang the wise men
my bars hot like some mexican
lets turn the lights on babe
can call me thomas edison
i’m young, so i’m still developing
that’s the sh-t to change you from a h-rnet to a pelican
but i’m not anthony davis
424 willow road that’s the basis
living on an island
man i’m feelin so vacatious
she love the d
so i guess she’s tenacious
bas-m-nt gang
we masters, academic
chilling in my 911
call it paramedics
i like my girl
how she’s barely athletic
but she shoots for the green
like she playin for the celtics
i’m an unstoppable force
haha and i’m hung like a horse
but i show no remorse
eat my meals 4 course
just know when your parents divorce
i’m the source
bas-m-nt gang in sync
like a choir
we got the plug
like a wire
and don’t be surprised if the speakers light on fire
cause the night u listen to this
is the night you gunna retire
and i’ll never forget my crew
leave the heat
like john salvo do
bas-m-nt gang
we a double trinity
call me joe bellomo
take that sh-t to infinity
pp’s got cheese
but no swiss
got no type and he never quits
but na808’s got gold chains
and gets dirty brain like the 1 train
but me and cg still reppin swaf
why you tryin to colab
when you faker than a nose job
man, are you f-ckin finished
cause you claim to spit fire
but where here to extinguish

- basement gang

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