Feel the bass
 You-you feel the bass
 Y-you-you-you feel the bass
 You-you feel the bass
 Y-you-you-you feel
 
 Cruisin down the boulevard feelin hella good
 Smokin while I’m drivin, you would if you could
 So I’ma push, smokin on this Reggie Bush
 Avoidin the P’s, steady tryin to hit it (hit it)
 Jesus G’s, you niggaz don’t get it
 And she’s a tease, you’re never gonna hit it
 She say she wanna keep her clothes on
 I’m not a drummer but this summer the beat goes on
 I told her, let me flip this shit, then I’ll dip this shit
 Then I’ll hit this shit, I’m the magnificent
 Equivalent to no other, relevant to recover
 Sell that shit to your mother
 
 Tell me can, you hear, me knockin knock knock-knockin
 I make, you feel, be-beat droppin drop drop-droppin
 The bass, is bangin out the place, place, is bangin out
 So can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin
 
 ME, LUDA! Yo (woo!)
 You beat it like Ike Turner, I swang it like A-Rod
 Up-and-comin rappers better keep they fuckin day job
 Cause I’m the best so they got me mistooken
 So clock in and watch this lyrical ass whoopin
 Cause they got flows that make hoes sleepy like slow jams
 My shit ROCKS! (COCAINE!) Like Lindsay Lohan
 Listen to Luda in the Cadillac Broug-ham
 Try to turn me down and your niggaz like “NO, MAN!”
 Don’t you EVER touch a black man’s radio!
 ‘Specially when Luda (Bust Rhymes) in (Scenario)
 Plat’ plaques from Rio to Ontario
 Bustin through your speakers like Tyson’s in your stereo
 
 Tell me can, you hear, me knockin knock knock-knockin
 I make, you feel, be-beat droppin drop drop-droppin
 The bass, is bangin out the place, place, is bangin out
 So can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin
 
 UGHHHH, I’ll plug jumper cables to the bridge (BAY AREA!)
 Put your lights back in this bitch (bitch)
 West Coast representative from the label they call Sick Wid It
 The best that ever lived it and spit it
 and fucked around and got away wit it (got away wit it)
 UGHH, ever since the ’80s I’ve been paved wit it, overlooked and underrated
 Gotta keep it real wit y’all, I can’t fake it (I can’t fake it)
 UGHH, I be off-beat then I’m on-beat
 then I’m off-beat then I’m on-beat and my style is so unique
 I gotta have one teeth in my mouth and sweep a broad up off her feet (feet)
 Took her down on the couch before I had a chance to speak (speak)
 Skeeted all in her mouth and then we went for round three (three)
 We was tied just like the soap opera{?}, at the same time reached our peak
 
 Tell me can, you hear, me knockin knock knock-knockin
 I make, you feel, be-beat droppin drop drop-droppin
 The bass, is bangin out the place, place, is bangin out
 So can, you hear, me-me knock knock kn-knock-knockin