Born to Roll (clean) Songtext
von Masta Ace Incorporated

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 little suckas didn′t know I had the gall 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 they trunk but they tried to ignore me

Hey little suckas, 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, take the cash and sit it on


The hood of your whick-whack, lowriding Cadillac
Back up ya boys and let′s start to battle, act
Like ya know the Masta Ase
Don′t play when it come to my bass (ah)

Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, I was born to roll

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 mess with mine
Brothers hear me hittin' 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

Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, I was born to roll

Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, I was born to roll

"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 tip 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
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 the, comin′ out the woofers in my jeep

Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, I was born to roll

Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, check it out y'all
Check it out baby, check it out y′all
Check it out baby, I was born to roll