Darren Hushak - The Basement lyrics

[Verse 1: Jam Jeffery] Been around the block, once or twice, with my buddies high Find me at spot, with the bud, always getting high Always getting by, always burning time Always her in mind, but that dog going to lie, lie, lie Posted up since '99, signing on live from the cul-de-sac Rolling up a thirty sack, holding down the dirty stash Ash on the pong table, where the f**ing Bird at? Need him, yeah, you heard that, fiending with the weed cats Learning that I need them all, learning that I need the calm When I'm gone, you can call, but I hear the golf Never fear the cops, weed in here, we teeing off Year before he healing Bos, we be chiefing God [Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery] Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door On through the back door, If you want to match, sure On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word On through the back door, On through the back door On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word [Verse 2: Pat Money] Searching high (searching high), searching low (searching low) Getting high (getting high), moving slow (moving slow) Right around the side, through the back door Still the same damn kids, not doing what we told Well, here's one for the man who couldn't tame us Who couldn't take me out the only place where you go to duck the trouble When we pulling up a chair, grab the Bird, and on the double Man, the place, you know the basement, where they down to get up A couple J's (a couple J's), some 2k (some 2k) Like I said it's enough (enough) Sailing in the waves of the basement Fit to move slow, lay low, get stoned like ancients [Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery] Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door On through the back door, If you want to match, sure On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word On through the back door, On through the back door On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word [Verse 3: Jam Jeffery] In the cut, in the cut, diamond diamond in the rough Got the stuff? Not enough, dial up the stuff In the cut, in the cut, kind of kind of not so much In the cut, in the cut, find us out the lunch Smelling what the Rock is cooking, and it smelling danky Drifting all around the block, it's why the neighbors hate me Hit the bong, flip to Chopped, it's why the haters ain't me If you gone, sing along, it's why the basement save me 'Cause it's simple see, we take the weed and leave the world Keep in Listorine, this the place to leave the girls The curtains and the shows (man), The Porches and the hoes (man) The porches and the Droman, turn up the f**ing slow jam [Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery] Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door On through the back door, If you want to match, sure On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word On through the back door, On through the back door On through the back door, Ask for the pa**word [Verse 4: Pat Money] Break it down, roll it up, smoke it down, we going up We some Midwest kids, just like the rest could give a f** So, break it down, roll it up, smoke it down, we going up We some Midwest kids, just like the rest could give a f** The neighborhood still blame us (blame us) Got parents complaining, 'cause we failed to abstain Thus we must have lost our brains a long time ago, right? Think we out the good fight, but I've been kicking the whole time, alright? So, I'm going to do me, yup, and you can do you Youngin's f**ing 19, smoking doobies with the crew Screaming die yuppy scum, get a clue Scooby-Doo Just kick it around the back, make us whooping "Hooty Hoo"