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Brainiac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal Can you find ya way through the lyrics that be catching em Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetching em And they take a loss, take a loss to the Master and I Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plastering All across the room on the ceilings and the walls too Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to Come around they block with my cocked-diesel system and Turn it up to 10 and then start to diss them and They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me They'd a opened up they trunk but they try to ignore me Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you Thought you wanted some but I see that you all into Frontin ain't no future in your frontin so let's get it on Like Marvin Gaye,(hey) take the cash and sit it on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's start the battle Act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you Rolling down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner Letras de cancionesBut I got the sound I want the whole world to listen to Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kicking in See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play Pullin up beside me, looking like he want it Show me what you got then watch me get up on it Holding up traffic but we can't hear they horns Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on But I think I better school him cause he don't know the time So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine Brothers hear me hitting from like 50 blocks away I Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play High decibels passing through a residential district See a few cuties and I turn it up like Bisquick Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got the woofers in my Jeep Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll Black boy, black boy turn that shit down You know that America don't wanna hear the sound Of the bass drum jungle music go back to Africa Nigga I'll arrest you if you holding up trafffic I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and Write another ticket if ya have any left and I'm breaking ear drums while I'm breaking the law I'm disturbing all the peace cause Sister Souljah said war So catch me if ya can, if you can here's a donut Cause once you drive away, yo I'm gonna go nuts And turn it up to where it was before nice try But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye I wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancing Jumpin on my tip and pissing in they pants and Wiggling and jiggling and grabbing on they pelvis But you know my name so you never hear no Elvis Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits God's on my side so watch what the devil gets Positivity hitting 50 levels deep Coming out, they coming out the woofers in my Jeep Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll From Letras Mania