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'm a 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 with it (got away with it) Ughh, ever since the '80s I've been paved with it, overlooked and underrated Gotta keep it real with 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 [Chorus]