Jeep Ass Niguh
May I see your driver's license, please?
May I see your driver's license, please
What's that in your cassette deck?
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can ya find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em?
Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em
Then 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 muthafuckas didn't 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 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 muthafuckas! I know you hear me callin' you
Thought you wanted some but I see that you're 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 (uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
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 window, 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 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?
Pullin' up beside me, lookin' like he want it
Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it
Holdin' up traffic but we can't hear they horns
'Cause he got música 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 fuck with mine
Brothers hear me from like 50 blocks away, I
Wanna turn their head, 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 the – I got the – I got the woofers in my jeep!
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
"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 you're holdin' 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 breakin' eardrums 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, ya know 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 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'
Jumpin' on my dick and pissin' in they pants and
Wigglin' and jigglin' and grabbin' on they pelvis
But ya know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word!)
Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit
God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
Positivity hittin' 50 levels deep
Comin' out the – comin' out the woofers in my jeep!
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future)
(I just don't know)
May I see your driver's license, please
What's that in your cassette deck?
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal
Can ya find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em?
Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em
Then 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 muthafuckas didn't 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 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 muthafuckas! I know you hear me callin' you
Thought you wanted some but I see that you're 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 (uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
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 window, 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 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?
Pullin' up beside me, lookin' like he want it
Show me whatcha got, then watch me get up on it
Holdin' up traffic but we can't hear they horns
'Cause he got música 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 fuck with mine
Brothers hear me from like 50 blocks away, I
Wanna turn their head, 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 the – I got the – I got the woofers in my jeep!
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
"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 you're holdin' 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 breakin' eardrums 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, ya know 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 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'
Jumpin' on my dick and pissin' in they pants and
Wigglin' and jigglin' and grabbin' on they pelvis
But ya know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word!)
Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit
God's on my side so watch what the devil gets
Positivity hittin' 50 levels deep
Comin' out the – comin' out the woofers in my jeep!
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future) (uh huh, uh huh)
(Just like that, j-just like that) (uh huh, uh huh)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh! (Uh huh, uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh)
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future)
(I just don't know)
I'm a jeep ass niguh
(This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future)
(I just don't know)
Credits
Writer(s): Duval A. Clear, Norman Glover, Reggie Ellis
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