Jeep Ass Niguh [Bizcapella]

May I see your driver's license, please?May I see your DRIVER'S License, please.What's that in your cassette deck? Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical Approach to the coarse and the force is centrifical Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin em 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 muthafuckas didnt 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 muthafuckas, 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 ya know; the Masta Ase don't play when it come to my bass Ima Jeep Ass Niguh Drivin down the block; like what else shoulda brotha do? It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smotha you Rollin down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditiona But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta 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? Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it Holdin up up traffic but we can't hear they horns Cause he got music ? Yea, he got it goin on But I think I better school em, cause he don't know the time So I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine Brothas hear me from like fifty blocks away I wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high Decibals Passin 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 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh Ima Jeep Ass Niguh 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 Afrika 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 antoher 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 Soldier said, "War" So catch me if ya can, if ya can.Here's a donut Cause when you drive away, yo, you know Ima go nut And turn it up yo where it was before.Nice try, But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eye If wonder if I blasted A little Elvis Presley Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me? I doubt, doubt it They'll probably start dancin', Jumpin' on my dick and Pissin' in they pants and wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis But you know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word) Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit Guards on my side so watch what the devil get Positivity hittin' like fifty level deep Comin' out the, comin' ou the woofers in my jeep Ima Jeep Ass Niguh Ima Jeep Ass Niguh Ima Jeep Ass Niguh