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 traff