I get it, baby (get it, baby)
I get it, baby
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catching them?
Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetching them
When 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 little suckers didn't know I had the gall to
Come around their block with my c- 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 little suckers! 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, take the cash and sit it on
The hood of your whick-whack, lowriding Cadillac
Back up your boys and let's start to battle, act
Like, you know, the Masta Ace
Don't play when it come to my bass
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby (I was born to roll)
Swerving down the block, like what else should a brother do?
It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might smother you
Rolling down my windows, yeah, I have a air conditioner
But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen to
Waiting 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, ayo, does he wanna play?
Pulling up beside me, looking like he want it
Show me what you got, then watch me get up on it
Holding up traffic but we can't hear their horns
'Cause he got musica grande, yeah, he got it going on
But I think I better school 'em, 'cause he don't know the time
So I'm turning up the boom, 'cause he cannot mess with mine
Brothers hear me hittin' from like 50 blocks away, I
Wanna turn their heads, so you know I gotta play high
Decibels passing 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
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby (I was born to roll)
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby (I was born to roll)
Black boy, black boy, turn that sh- down
You know that America don't wanna hear the sound
Of the bass drum, jungle music, go back to Africa
"N-, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up traffic"
I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath
And write another ticket if you have any left
I'm breaking eardrums while I'm breaking the law
I'm disturbing all the peace 'cause Sister Souljah said, "War"
So catch me if you can, if you can, here's a donut
'Cause once you drive away, yo, you know I'm gonna go nut
And turn it up to where it was before, nice try
But you 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'
Jumping on my tip and pissing in they pants and
Wiggling and jiggling and grabbing on their 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 hitting 50 levels deep
Coming out the, coming out the woofers in my jeep
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby (I was born to roll)
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby, check it out, dawg
Check it out, baby (I was born to roll)
(I get it, baby)
(I get it, baby)