Jeep Ass Niguh

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 course and the force is centrifugal Can ya find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em Then 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 too Punk muthafuckas didn't 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 diss '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 callin' you Thought you wanted some but I see that you're 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 (uh huh, uh huh) (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh) (Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) 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 window, yeah I have a air conditioner But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen to 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? Pullin' up beside me, lookin' like he want it Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it Holdin' up traffic but we can't hear they horns 'Cause he got música grande, yeah, he got it goin' on But I think I better school him, 'cause he don't know the time So I'm turnin' up the boom, 'cause he cannot fuck with mine Brothers hear me from like 50 blocks away, I Wanna turn their head, 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 the – I got the – I got the woofers in my jeep! (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh) (Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh) (Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) "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 you're holdin' up traffic" I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and Write another 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 Souljah said, "war" So catch me if ya can, if ya can, here's a donut 'Cause once ya drive away, yo, ya know 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 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'll probably start dancin' Jumpin' on my dick and pissin' in they pants and Wigglin' and jigglin' and grabbin' on they pelvis But ya know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word!) Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit God's on my side so watch what the devil gets Positivity hittin' 50 levels deep Comin' out the – comin' out the woofers in my jeep! (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh) (Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh) (Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh) (Uh huh, uh huh) (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (I just don't know) I'm a jeep ass niguh (This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (I just don't know)