Artist: Masta Ase
Album:  Slaughtahouse
Song:   Jeep Ass Niguh

 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 traffic but we can't hear they horns
  Cause he got music ?
  Yea, he got it goin on
  But I think I better school em, cause he don't know the time
  So I'm turnin up the boom, cause he cannot fuck with mine
  Brothas hear me from like fifty blocks away
  I - wanna turn their head, so you know I gotta play high
  Decibals
  Passin through a residential disctrict
  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
 
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 

    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 Afrika
    Niguh, I'll arrest ya if you're holding up traffic
  I'll be damned if I listen
  So cops, save your breath and
  Write antoher 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 Soldier said, "War"
  So catch me if ya can, if ya can.  Here's a donut
  Cause when you drive away, yo, you know Ima go nut
  And turn it up yo where it was before.  Nice try,
  But you can't stop the power of the bass in your eye
  If wonder if I blasted
  A little Elvis Presley
  Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me?
  I doubt, doubt it
  They'll probably start dancin,
  Jumpin on my dick and
  Pissin in they pants and
  wiggle and then jiggle and grab on they pelvis
  But you know my name, so you never hear no Elvis (word)
  Strictly the hardcore, dirty street-level shit
  Guards on my side so watch what the devil get
  Positivity hittin like fifty level deep
  Comin out the, comin ou the woofers in my jeep
 
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh
 Ima Jeep Ass Niguh