Master Ace - Born to Roll lyrics

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 s**ers didn't know I had the gall to Come around they block with my co*ked diesel system and Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me Hey little s**ers I know you hear me callin you Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's 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 let's start the battle Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when it come to my ba**, aahhhh Chorus: Check it out baby, check it out y'all I was born to roll (repeat several) 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 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, ba** 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 can't hear they horns Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on Bit 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 they heads so you know I gotta play High decibels pa**in through a residential district See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep Black boy, black boy turn that sh** down You know that america don't wanna hear the sound Of the ba** drum jungle music go back to africa n***a I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and Write another ticket if ya have any left and I'm breakin ear drums 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 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 ba** 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 God's on my side so watch what the devil gets Positivity hittin 50 levels deep Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep