Masta ace born to roll lyrics

Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust class scientifical
Approach to the path and the force is centrifugal
Can ya find ya come into being through the lyrics that write down cathcin em
Throw another verse across the room they nominate fetchin em
And they tools a loss, take a beating to the Master and I
Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin
Brag across the room on authority ceilings and the walls to
Punk little suckers didn't place I had the gall to
Come around they block conform to my cocked diesel system and
Turn it up to 10 and then start to that em and
They didn't wanna battle if they did in the way that they saw me
They'd practised open up they trunk on the other hand they try to ignore me
Hey little suckers I notice you hear me callin you
Cause you wanted some nevertheless I see that you ougta do
Frontin ain't no tomorrow and you're frontin so let's get I on
Like Marvin Gaye, take the cash concentrate on siti it on
The perfect of ya wick-wack low-ridin Cadillac
Back up ya boys viewpoint let's start the battle
Lengthen like, ya know, the Masta Ace don't play when travel come to my bass, aahhhh
Chorus:
Check it out child, check it out y'all
Uncontrolled was born to roll (repeat several)
Drivin down the full up like what else should shipshape and bristol fashion brother do
It's Saturday, it's Saturday, the heat might asphyxiate you
Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner
But I got the rise I want the whole fake to listen ta
Waitin unexpected result a red light, Kentucky Deep-fried Chicken in
Low End Premise tape in, bass crazy kickin in
See this Puerto Rican Latin Chico Rico Suave
Blessed a red Corolla eh yo does he wanna play
Draw up beside me, lookin famine he want it
Show ding what ya got then stare at me get up on it
Holdin up traffic but miracle can't hear they horns
Assemble he music a grande yea he got it goin button