Jeep A** Niguh - Masta Ace Incorporated

Written by：Duval Clear

May I see your drivers license please may I see your drivers

License please what's that in your cassette deck

Braniac dumb dumbs bust the scientifically

Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal

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

Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetching em

When they take a loss take a loss to the master and

I throw crazy blows and they know I be plastering

All across the room on the ceilings and the walls too

Punk mutha as didn't know I had the balls to

Come around their block with my 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'd open up the trunk

But they tried to ignore me

Hey mutha as I know you hear me calling you

Thought you wanted some but I see that you all into

Fronting ain't no future in your fronting so let's get it on

Like Marvin Gaye hey

Take the cash and sit it on

The hood of your b******t low riding Cadillac

Back up your boys and let's start to battle act

Like ya know the mast as don't play when it come to my bass

Ima jeep a** nigh

Driven down the block like what else should broth do

Its Saturday its Saturday the heat might smother you

Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air conditional

But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta

Waiting at a red light Kentucky fried chicken and

Low end theory tape in bass crazy kicking and

See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico rice suave

In a red corolla ay yo does he wanna play

Holding up beering look up warming

Show me watch got then watch me get up on it

Holding up up traffic but we can't hear they horns

Cause he got music

Yea 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 with mine

Broths hear me from like fifty blocks away

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

Decibels

Passim through a residential district

See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick

Mira mire man

Don't sleep I got the I got the I got the woofers in my jeep

Ima jeep a** nigh

Ima jeep a** nigh

Black boy black boy turn that sh*t down

You know that America don't wanna hear the sound

Of the bass drum jungle music

Go back to Africa

Nigh ill 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 and

I'm breaking eardrums while I'm breaking the law

I'm disturbing 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 dancing

Jumping on my dick and

Passim 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 sh*t

Guards on my side so watch what the devil get

Positivity hitting like fifty level deep

Coming out the coming out the woofers in my jeep

Ima jeep a** nigh

Ima jeep a** nigh

Ima jeep a** nigh