Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the Approach to the and the force is centrifugal Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be em Throw another rhyme across the they be fetchin em And they a loss, take a loss to the Master and I Throws crazy and they knows I be plasterin All across the on the ceilings and the walls to Punk little suckers didn't I had the gall to around they block with my cocked diesel system and Turn it up to 10 and then to dis em and They didn't wanna battle if did when they saw me They'd a open up they trunk but they try to me Hey suckers I know you hear me callin you Cause you wanted some but I see you ougta do Frontin no future and you're frontin so let's get I on Like Marvin Gaye, take the and siti it on the hood of ya low-ridin Cadillac Back up ya boys and let's the battle act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass,
Check it out baby, check it out I was to roll (repeat several)
Drivin the block like what else should a brother do It's Saturday, Saturday, the heat might smother you Rollin down my windows I have a air-conditioner But I got the sound I want the whole world to ta Waitin at a red light, Fried Chicken in Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy in See this Puerto Rican Chico Rico Suave In a red eh yo does he wanna play Pullin up beside me, lookin he want it Show me ya got then watch me get up on it Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they Cause he music a grande yeah he got it on Bit I think I better school him he don't know the time So I'm up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine Brothers hear me from like 50 blocks away I Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta decibels passin through a residential district See a few cuties and I it up like this quick Mira, man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my Jeep
Black boy, black boy turn shit down You know America don't wanna hear the sound Of the drum jungle music go back to Africa Nigga arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and Write another ticket if ya have any and I'm breakin ear drums I'm breakin the law I'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Souljah war So catch me if ya can, if ya can a donut Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm go nut And turn it up to where it was nice try But ya stop the power of the bass in ya eye I wonder if I a little Elvis Presley Would pull me over and attempt to arrest me I really doubt doubt it, they probably dancin on my tip and pissin in they pants and Wigglin and and grabbin on they pelvis But you know my name so you hear no Elvis Strictly the hardcore dirty level hits God's on my so watch what the devil gets hittin 50 levels deep Comin out, they out the woofers in my Jeep