Born To Roll

Brainiac 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 'em

Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetching 'em

And they take a loss take a loss to the Masta and I

Throws crazy blows, and they knows I be plastering

All across the room on the ceilings and the walls too

Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to

Come around they block with my cocked-diesel system and

Turn it up to ten, and then start to diss them, and

They didn't wanna battle, if they did when they saw me

They'd a opened up they trunk, but they tried to ignore me

Hey little suckers, I know you hear me calling you

Thought you wanted some, but I see that you all into

Fronting ain't no future, and your fronting, so let's get it on

Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and sit it on the

Hood of your wick-whack low riding Cadillac

Back up your boys and let's start the battle act

Like you know, the Masta Ace

Don't play when it come to my bass, ah

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, I was born to roll

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 to

Waiting at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in

Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy, kicking in

See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave

In a red Corolla, hey yo, does he wanna play?

Pulling up beside me looking like he want it

Show me what you got then watch me get up on it

Holding up traffic, but we can't hear they horns

'Cause he got música grande, yeah, he got it going on

But I think I better school him 'cause he don't know the time

So I'm turning up the boom 'cause he cannot mess with mine

Brothers hear me hitting from like fifty blocks away

I wanna turn the heads, so you know I got to play

High decibels passing through a residential district

See a few cuties, and I turn it up like Bisquick

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, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, I was born to roll

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

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

****, I'll arrest you if you holding up traffic

I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and

Write another ticket if you have any left, man

I'm breaking ear drums while I'm breaking the law

I'm disturbing all the peace 'cause Sister Soulja 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 probably start dancing

Jumping on my tip and pissing in they pants and

Wiggling and jiggling and grabbing 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 hitting fifty levels deep

Coming out the, coming out the woofers in my jeep

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, I was born to roll

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, check it out, dog

Check it out, baby, I was born to roll