Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
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Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
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Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
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Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
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And they take a loss, take a loss to the Master and I
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Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin
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All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to
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Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to
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Come around they block with my cocked diesel system and
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Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and
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They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me
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They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
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Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
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Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
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Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on
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Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash and siti it on
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the hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac
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Back up ya boys and let's start the battle
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act like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when it come to my bass, aahhhh
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CHORUS:
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Check it out baby, check it out y'all
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I was born to roll (repeat several)
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Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
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It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you
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Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
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But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
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Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in
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Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
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See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave
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In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play
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Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
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Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
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Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns
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Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
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Bit I think I better school him cause he don't know the time
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So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine
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Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away I
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Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
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High decibels passin through a residential district
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See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
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Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my Jeep
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Black boy, black boy turn that shit down
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You know that America don't wanna hear the sound
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Of the bass drum jungle music go back to Africa
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Nigga I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic
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I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and
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Write another ticket if ya have any left and
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I'm breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the law
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I'm disturbin all the peace cause Sister Souljah said war
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So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut
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Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut
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And turn it up to where it was before nice try
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But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye
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I wonder if I blasted a little Elvis Presley
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Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me
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I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin
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Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
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Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis
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But you know my name so you never hear no Elvis
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Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits
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God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
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Positivity hittin 50 levels deep
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Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my Jeep
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CHORUS
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Born To Roll (Jeep Ass Niguh remix)
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| Master Ace |
