| Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
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| Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
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| Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em And they take a loss, take a loss to the master and i Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin
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| All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to Punk little suckers didnt know I had the gall to Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and
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| Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
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| They didnt wanna battle if they did when they saw me Theyd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
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| Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do Frontin aint no future and youre frontin so lets get I on Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac
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| Back up ya boys and lets start the battle
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| Act like, ya know, the masta ace dont play when it come to my bass, aahhhh
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| Check it out baby, check it out yall
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| I was born to roll (repeat several)
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| Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do Its saturday, its saturday, the heat might smother you
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| Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
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| But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
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| In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
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| Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
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| Holdin up traffic but we cant hear they horns
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| Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on Bit I think I better school him cause he dont know the time
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| So Im turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
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| Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away i Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
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| High decibels passin through a residential district
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| See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
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| Mira, mira man dont sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep
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| Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
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| You know that america dont wanna hear the sound
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| Of the bass drum jungle music go back to africa
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| Nigga Ill arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
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| Ill be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
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| Write another ticket if ya have any left and
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| Im breakin ear drums while Im breakin the law
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| Im disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
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| So catch me if ya can, if ya can heres a donut
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| Cause once ya drive away, yo Im gonna go nut
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| And turn it up to where it was before nice try
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| But ya cant stop the power of the bass in ya eye
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| I wonder if I blasted a little elvis presley
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| Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin
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| Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
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| Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
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| But you know my name so you never hear no elvis
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| Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
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| Gods on my side so watch what the devil gets
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| Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
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| Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep |