May I see your driver's license, please? May I see your DRIVER'S
LISCENSE, 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 traff
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