Jeep Ass Niguh Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

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 traffic but we can't hear they horns 

Cause he got music ? 

Yea, he got it goin on 

But I think I better school em, cause he don't know the time 

So I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine 

Brothas hear me from like fifty blocks away 

I - wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high 

Decibals 

Passin through a residential disctrict 

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 

Ima jeep ass niguh 

Ima jeep ass niguh 

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 afrika 

Niguh, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up traffic 

I'll be damned if I listen 

So cops, save your breath and 

Write antoher 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 soldier said, "war" 

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

Cause when you drive away, yo, you know ima go nut 

And turn it up yo where it was before. nice try, 

But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eye 

If wonder if I blasted 

A little elvis presley 

Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me? 

I doubt, doubt it 

They'll probably start dancin, 

Jumpin on my dick and 

Pissin in they pants and 

Wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis 

But you know my name, so you never hear no elvis (word) 

Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit 

Guards on my side so watch what the devil get 

Positivity hittin like fifty level deep 

Comin out the, comin ou the woofers in my jeep 

Ima jeep ass niguh 

Ima jeep ass niguh 

Ima jeep ass niguh