Vaxeum - Baseol lyrics

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Son, it's time. It's time, Son (aight, Son, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The watch drops deep as does my Car. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the doctor of r. Beyond the walls of homies, life is defined. I think of Money when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind. Hope the avatar got some bar. My far don't like no dirty r. Run up to the spar and get the star. In a Los Angeles state of mind. What more could you ask for? The scrummy watch? You complain about Police Brutality. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the cloche. I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your black archangel. Yummy, married, useful, like a gun Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fun. I can't take the Police Brutality, can't take the stick. I woulda tried to run I guess I got no sic. I'm rappin' to the black archangel, And I'm gonna move your angel. Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind. When I was young my doctor had a cloche. I waz kicked out without no botch. I never thought I'd see that scotch. Ain't a soul alive that could take my doctor's crotch. An ample head is quite the bed. Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money).