Born To Roll

Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical
 Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
 Can ya find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em?
 Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em
 Then 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 too
 Punk little suckas didn't know I had the gall to
 Come around their block with my cock diesel system and
 Turned it up to ten and then start to diss 'em and
 They didn't wanna battle, if they did, when they saw me
 They'da open up they trunk but they tried to ignore me
 Hey little suckas, I know you hear me callin' you
 Thought you wanted some but I see that you're all into
 Frontin', ain't no future in your frontin', so let's get it on
 Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and sit it on
 The hood of your whick-whack, lowriding Cadillac
 Back up ya boys and let's start to battle, act
 Like ya know the Masta Ase
 Don't play when it come to my bass (ah)
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, 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
 Rollin' down my window, yeah I have a air conditioner
 But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen to
 Waitin' at a red light, Kentucky fried chicken and
 Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin' and
 See this Puerto Rican latin chico, rico, suave
 In a red Corolla, ay yo, does he wanna play?
 Pullin' up beside me, lookin' like he want it
 Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it
 Holdin' up traffic but we can't hear they horns
 'Cause he got música 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 hittin' from like 50 blocks away, I
 Wanna turn their head, 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, don't sleep
 I got the, I got the, I got the woofers in my jeep
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, I was born to roll
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, 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 ya if you're holdin' up traffic"
 I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
 Write another ticket if you have any left and
 I'm breakin' eardrums while I'm breakin' the law
 I'm disturbin' all the peace 'cause Sister Souljah said, "war"
 So catch me if ya can, if ya can, here's a donut
 'Cause once ya drive away, yo, ya know I'm gonna go nut
 And turn it up to where it was before, nice try
 But ya can't stop the power of the bass in your 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'll probably start dancin'
 Jumpin' on my tip and pissin' in they pants and
 Wigglin' and jigglin' and grabbin' on they pelvis
 But ya 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 hittin' 50 levels deep
 Comin' out the, comin' out the woofers in my jeep
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, I was born to roll
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, check it out y'all
 Check it out baby, I was born to roll