Sandwiches
Count Bass D Lyrics

Yeah,
Introduction to the song

On guitar we got that dude Mark Nash you know what I'm sayin?
Mark Nash is playing guitar for the song, it sounds dope.

My name is Count Bass D on the rhymes Dope period
Count Bass D is the rapper and his rhymes are dope.

My name is Count Bass D on the Rhodes on the bass On the drums on the 808 and all that Dope period
Count Bass D is on Rhodes, bass and drums for the song and it sounds dope.

Speaking on sandwiches kinda fickle
The rapper is starting to talk about sandwiches.

She can be white or wheat or even pumpernickel
The bread for the sandwich can be white, wheat or pumpernickel.

She don't even walk around bein discreet uh
The sandwich is not discreet, it's obvious.

On the contrar(y), she walks around lookin' for the meat
The sandwich is looking for meat to complete its ingredients.

Or, lett-uce pray, tomato cheese pickle
The sandwich can have lettuce, tomato, cheese and pickle.

Mustard, ketchup, two black olives man
The sandwich can also have mustard, ketchup and two black olives.

Mayonnaise your hands off of it Punk, you understand?
The rapper is warning someone to keep their hands off the sandwich, don't be a punk.

I don't think so 'cause these freaks keep on bothering me You don't know so 'cause those hoes keep on pestering me Something's gotta boil up my bone they won't let me b-ah-be Huh, yeah I don't think so 'cause these freaks keep on bothering me You don't know so 'cause those hoes keep on pestering me Something's gotta boil up my bone they won't let me b-ah-be Ha-ay, that's why
The rapper is annoyed because people keep bothering him, interrupting his peace. There's something wrong that's boiling up inside him.

I, got a feeling I, got a feeling potnah I, got a feeling That sandwich is gonna turn you out, uh I, got a feeling I, got a feeling potnah I, got a feeling That sandwich is gonna turn you out, yeah
The rapper thinks that the sandwich is going to turn someone out or impress them.

Once again on guitar, Mark Nash Dope period
The guitarist Mark Nash is playing again and it sounds dope again.

Girlie, you're treatin' me fowl like a rooster But I Boo-Yaa, gusto me gusta I'm sick and tired so you fired I don't want you no more You snore furthermore you're rotten to the core Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee Are some of the girls that LL knows from around the way I know some hoes, that will always give up the play But I don't want that, so I should go where LL stay, huh To find that cutie with that nice fat booty So I can do my duty, and she will smile like Tudy From the Facts of Life that used to be on NBC However recently you've got to catch the repeats G, uh Back to the issue at hand understand I am a man Who can burn you like a fryin pan, more dangerous than quicksand Proud to be black, I'm a meal, not a snack You want to put me on wax? But that's why
The rapper is complaining about a girl who treats him badly. He mentions some girls that LL Cool J knows, but he doesn't want that. He wants to find a girl with a nice booty who will appreciate him. He's proud to be black and a meal, not a snack. He doesn't want to be used. That's why he's complaining.

I, got a feeling I, got a feeling potnah I, got a feeling That sandwich is gonna turn you out, uh I, got a feeling I, got a feeling potnah I, got a feeling That sandwich is gonna turn you out
The rapper still thinks that the sandwich is going to impress someone.

U-ke-le-le baby baby you're a groupie word to Snoopy I'm delighted and excited to know you would like to do me It's kind of tempting please don't feel I'm condescending I'd like to touch you in a place that makes you uncomf-ortable Uh, that rapper's full of bull C'mon with Bass because I've got lots of pull Don't fabricate, he ain't straight, I'm an is, he's an ain't I'm full of oil, he is just a water paint Never de too much, never de too much Never de too much, never de too much, such, and such Type of words bein spoken When you ride the train you must have a token Four o'clock in the mornin', I was awoken And there ain't no jokin', when the pussy hoes are open The previous rhyme I told him, was stolen Lick my colon, sell you out like Colin, Powell Whoa ha hah, like that and And I rip shit ah, rip shit ah Uh, talk sounds better over beats Singin' don't talk sounds better over beats Uh, talk sounds better over beats Singin' don't talk sounds better over beats, ain't that funky? Talk sounds better over beats Singin' don't talk sounds better over beats, ain't that fly? Talk sounds better over beats Singin' don't talk sounds better over beats, ain't that fresh? Uh, it's like that Count Bass-D and I'm out , uh
The rapper is talking about groupies and how he can get them to do whatever he wants. He's telling someone that another rapper is full of bull and that he has more pull. He's warning people to be careful about what they say because words have power. He was awoken at 4 AM and there were pussy hoes around. He then talks about how singing sounds better over beats than talking. He ends by saying his name and ending the song.