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May I see your driver's license, please?May I see your DRIVER'SLicense, please.What's that in your cassette deck? Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientificalApproach to the coarse and the force is centrificalCan you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin em?Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin emWhen they take a loss, take a loss to the master andI throw crazy blows and they know I be plasterinAll across the room, on the ceilings and the walls tooPunk muthafuckas didnt know I had the balls toCome around their block with my cock diesel system andTurned it up to ten and then start to dis em andThey didn't wanna battleIf they did, when they saw me they'da open up the trunkBut they tried to ignore meHey muthafuckas, I know you hear me calling youThought you wanted some but I see that you all intoFrontin.Ain't no future in your frontin, so Let's Get It OnLike Marvin Gaye (hey)Take the cash and sit it onThe hood of your bullshit, lowriding CadillacBack up your boys and let's start to battle.ActLike ya know; the Masta Ase don't play when it come to my bass Ima Jeep Ass NiguhLetras de canciones Drivin down the block; like what else shoulda brotha do?It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smotha youRollin down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditionaBut I got the sound I want the whole world to listen taWaitin at a red light; Kentucky Fried Chicken andLow End Theory tape in; bass crazy kickin andSee this Puerto Rican latin chico, rico, suavein a red Corolla; ay yo, does he wanna play?Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on itHoldin up up traffic but we can't hear they hornsCause he got music ?Yea, he got it goin onBut I think I better school em, cause he don't know the timeSo I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mineBrothas hear me from like fifty blocks awayI wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play highDecibalsPassin through a residential disctrictSee a few cuties and I turn it up like this quickMira, mira, manDon't sleep, I got the, I got the, I got the woofers in my jeep Ima Jeep Ass NiguhIma Jeep Ass Niguh Black boy, black boy, turn that shit downYou know that America don't wanna hear the soundOf the bass drum jungle musicGo back to AfrikaNiguh, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up trafficI'll be damned if I listenSo cops, save your breath andWrite antoher ticket if you have any left andI'm breakin' eardrums while I'm breakin the lawI'm disturbin' all the peace cause Sister Soldier said, "War"So catch me if ya can, if ya can.Here's a donutCause when you drive away, yo, you know Ima go nutAnd turn it up yo where it was before.Nice try,But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eyeIf wonder if I blastedA little Elvis PresleyWould they pull me over and attempt to arrest me?I doubt, doubt itThey'll probably start dancin',Jumpin' on my dick andPissin' in they pants andwiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvisBut you know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word)Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shitGuards on my side so watch what the devil getPositivity hittin' like fifty level deepComin' out the, comin' ou the woofers in my jeep Ima Jeep Ass NiguhIma Jeep Ass NiguhIma Jeep Ass Niguh From Letras Mania