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