Born To Roll Lyrics

Song	Born To Roll
Artist	Masta Ace
Album	Sittin' On Chrome
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	作词 : Brown
	Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical
	Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
	Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
	Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
	And 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 to
	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 dis em and
	They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me
	They'd a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
	Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
	Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
	Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on
	Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti 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
	Chorus:
	Check it out baby, check it out y'all
	I was born to roll (repeat several)
	Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
	It's saturday, it's saturday, the heat might smother you
	Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
	But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
	Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in
	Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
	See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
	In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
	Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
	Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
	Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns
	Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
	Bit 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 hittin from like 50 blocks away i
	Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
	High decibels passin through a residential district
	See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
	Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep
	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 ya if ya holdin 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 breakin ear drums while I'm breakin the law
	I'm disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
	So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut
	Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut
	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 dancin
	Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
	Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin 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 hittin 50 levels deep
	Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep
	Chorus

	zuo ci : Brown
	Braniac, dumbdumb, bust the scientifical
	Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
	Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
	Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
	And 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 to
	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 dis em and
	They didn' t wanna battle if they did when they saw me
	They' d a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
	Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
	Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
	Frontin ain' t no future and you' re frontin so let' s get I on
	Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on
	The hood of ya wickwack lowridin 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
	Chorus:
	Check it out baby, check it out y' all
	I was born to roll repeat several
	Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
	It' s saturday, it' s saturday, the heat might smother you
	Rollin down my windows yeah I have a airconditioner
	But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
	Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in
	Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
	See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
	In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
	Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
	Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
	Holdin up traffic but we can' t hear they horns
	Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
	Bit 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 hittin from like 50 blocks away i
	Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
	High decibels passin through a residential district
	See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
	Mira, mira man don' t sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep
	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 ya if ya holdin 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 breakin ear drums while I' m breakin the law
	I' m disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
	So catch me if ya can, if ya can here' s a donut
	Cause once ya drive away, yo I' m gonna go nut
	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 dancin
	Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
	Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin 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 hittin 50 levels deep
	Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep
	Chorus

	zuò cí : Brown
	Braniac, dumbdumb, bust the scientifical
	Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
	Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em
	Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em
	And 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 to
	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 dis em and
	They didn' t wanna battle if they did when they saw me
	They' d a open up they trunk but they try to ignore me
	Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you
	Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do
	Frontin ain' t no future and you' re frontin so let' s get I on
	Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on
	The hood of ya wickwack lowridin 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
	Chorus:
	Check it out baby, check it out y' all
	I was born to roll repeat several
	Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do
	It' s saturday, it' s saturday, the heat might smother you
	Rollin down my windows yeah I have a airconditioner
	But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta
	Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in
	Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in
	See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave
	In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play
	Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it
	Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it
	Holdin up traffic but we can' t hear they horns
	Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on
	Bit 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 hittin from like 50 blocks away i
	Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play
	High decibels passin through a residential district
	See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick
	Mira, mira man don' t sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep
	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 ya if ya holdin 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 breakin ear drums while I' m breakin the law
	I' m disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war
	So catch me if ya can, if ya can here' s a donut
	Cause once ya drive away, yo I' m gonna go nut
	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 dancin
	Jumpin on my tip and pissin in they pants and
	Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin 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 hittin 50 levels deep
	Comin out, they comin out the woofers in my jeep
	Chorus

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