Lyrics Jeep Ass Niguh - Masta Ace Incorporated

Jeep Ass Niguh

Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
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
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
Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
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
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
Back up ya boys and lets start the battle
Act like, ya know, the masta ace dont play when it come to my bass, aahhhh
Check it out baby, check it out yall
I was born to roll (repeat several)
Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do Its saturday, its saturday, the heat might smother you
Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
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
In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
Holdin up traffic but we cant hear they horns
Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on Bit I think I better school him cause he dont know the time
So Im turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away i Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
High decibels passin through a residential district
See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
Mira, mira man dont sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep
Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
You know that america dont wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum jungle music go back to africa
Nigga Ill arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
Ill be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
Write another ticket if ya have any left and
Im breakin ear drums while Im breakin the law
Im disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
So catch me if ya can, if ya can heres a donut
Cause once ya drive away, yo Im gonna go nut
And turn it up to where it was before nice try
But ya cant 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 dancin
Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
But you know my name so you never hear no elvis
Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
Gods on my side so watch what the devil gets
Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep