Jeep Ass Niguh

[Intro} May I see your driver's license, please? May I see your DRIVER'S LICENSE, please. What's that in your cassette deck? [Verse One] Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catching them? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetching them When they take a loss, take a loss to the master and I throw crazy blows and they know I be plasterin' All across the room, on the ceilings and the walls too Punk motherfuckers didn't know I had the balls to Come around their block with my cock diesel system and Turned it up to ten and then start to dis 'em and They didn't wanna battle, if they did, when they saw me They'da open up the trunk but they tried to ignore me Hey motherfuckers! I know you hear me calling 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 your bullshit, lowriding Cadillac Back up your boys and let's start to battle, act Like, you know, the Masta Ace Don't play when it come to my bass [Hook] "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh [Verse Two] Driving 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 But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta Waiting 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? Pulling up beside me, looking like he want it Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it Holding up traffic but we can't hear they horns Cause he got musica grande, yeah he got it going on But I think I better school 'em, cause he don't know the time So I'm turning up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine Brothers hear me from like fifty blocks away, I Wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high Decibals passing through a residential disctrict 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 [Hook] I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh [Verse Three] 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 Niguh I'll arrest ya if you're holding 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 breaking eardrums while I'm breaking the law I'm disturbing all the peace cause Sister Souljah said "War" So catch me if you can, if you can, here's a donut Cause once you drive away, yo, you know I'm gonna go nut And turn it up to where it was before, nice try But you 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' Jumping on my dick and pissing in they pants and Wiggling and jiggling and grabbing on their pelvis But you know my name so you never hear no Elvis (word) Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit God's on my side so watch what the devil get Positivity hitting fifty levels deep Coming out the, coming out the woofers in my jeep [Hook] I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh I'm a Jeep Ass Niguh