Born To Roll Lyrics - Sittin' On Chrome - Masta Ace Incorporated

Brainiac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical 

Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal 

Can you find ya way through the lyrics that be catching em 

Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetching em 

And they take a loss, take a loss to the Master and I 

Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plastering 

All across the room on the ceilings and the walls too 

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 diss them and 

They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me 

They'd a opened up they trunk but they try to ignore me 

Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin 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 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 

Check it out baby, check it out y'all 

I was born to roll 

Drivin 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 

Waitin at a red light, Kentucky Fried Chicken in 

Low End Theory tape in, bass crazy kicking in 

See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave 

In a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play 

Pullin 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 they horns 

Cause he music a 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 mess with mine 

Brothers hear me hitting from like 50 blocks away I 

Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play 

High decibels passing through a residential district 

See a few cuties and I turn it up like Bisquick 

Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got the woofers in my Jeep 

Check it out baby, check it out y'all 

I was born to roll 

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 you if you holding 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 breaking ear drums while I'm breaking the law 

I'm disturbing all the peace cause Sister Souljah said war 

So catch me if ya can, if you can here's a donut 

Cause once you drive away, yo I'm gonna go nuts 

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 dancing 

Jumpin on my tip and pissing in they pants and 

Wiggling and jiggling and grabbing 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 hitting 50 levels deep 

Coming out, they coming out the woofers in my Jeep 

Check it out baby, check it out y'all 

I was born to roll