Masta Ace Incorporated - Born To Roll lyrics

rate me

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 suckers didn't know I had the gall to

Come around they block with my cocked 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 suckers 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 bass, aahhhh

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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, bass 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 passin 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 shit down

You know that America don't wanna hear the sound

Of the bass drum jungle music go back to Africa

Nigga 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 bass 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

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