Madlib [Rap, Electronica]

"This one is hot and shizzling! "

[Verse 1: Dilla]
Get up in it... (What!)
Start her up... (What!)
Get her washed dogg, primiarmourup! (What!)
Big wheels, cadillac grilled up... (What!)
Keep your Esc cause daddys got the Dilla... (What!)
Custom, plus them... (What!)
22's but you say what's them? (What!)
3rd row, square 10's... (What!)
I let the bass hit so they wear in... (What!)
So loud, (What!) roll out... (What!)
Tint the windows with the of hydro cloud... (What!)
Big trucks, best when it's cold out... (What!)
Hear me pulling up in front of yo' house... (What!)
When I hops in, it gets to choppin'
All jeep nigga's keep it knockin'... (What!)

[Verse 2: Dilla]
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)

Yea, come alive nigga's, ugh
Here we go... (What!)
Another Chapter... (What!)
I ain't lickin no, neck no back... (What!)
Better get my nuts, my sac... (What!)
Whether in my truck, my pad... (What!)
My live thug nigga's no what I mean... (What!)
A live bitch that's what I need... (What!)
And I ain't about to spend no money on her... (What!)
Nothing mo' than a hundred on her... (What!)
To the stripper and runnin on her... (What!)
In a minute I'll be cummin on her... (What!)
That's it... like that quick... (What!)
Dilla Dawg, Madlib that shit! (What!)

[Martial arts fighting sounds, shit breaking]
{"Heavy" - [echoes]}

[J Dilla:]
Weigh a ton in this m'uhfucker
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Yeah, heavy bass hittin, from heavyweighters
Heavy cake gettin, it's heavy player
Every day, another buck, another hustle
Cakin up, rake in ducks by the busloads
Wakin up, gotta go for the gusto
Ain't shit up but showin how to touch mo'
All day the show we chase dough
Gotta bankroll thick like the dutch stank roll
MAN UP~! My real niggaz stand up, let's get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
And chase that fetti
Get big faces, let's get ready
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
So heavy, so cold
Might wanna grab that Pelle already it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up

[J Dilla:]
Get it up, smoke with me weed mayne
How them greens layin, twist it and puff
Heavy smoke from the spliff in the truck
Steady tokin it, I ain't lifted enough, this real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Heavy off the chronic, straight bubonic
Blaze if you got it
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
And put it down like no other
You ain't never heard real live shit, only clones of us
Better learn and beware of the firm
So hot, play it loud, might get a burn
You get it right and you might get your turn
If not, as far as I am concerned
I'm here to take it back while I make a stack
And shut it down for them muh'fuckers fakin jacks

[Chorus:]
It's real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this

[J Dilla:]
Yeah gimme that Big Mac shit, go heavy on the gator
With the supersized shake for the haters
Mad Dilla, or combo #1
Knock 'em out the box like Apollo did in I
To Mini-Mes all that followin is done, it's 'bout to get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Just like the piece on the chain
That swings in the Jeep with the bang it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
All my live bitches drop it like it's hot bitch
Booty wigglin and wobblin while you pop it
All that ass in your Ashley Stewarts
That's just how McNasty do it
Heavy, mo' heav' than Heav' D
Rockin the chain to make 'em envy
It's still Frank-N-Dank and then me
Collab'n with mad to bangin MC's

[Chorus]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, I told you
Weigh a ton in this motherfucker~!

("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])

"You out there? LOUDER! "
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"

[scratching]
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from... California
Ladies and gentlemen
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from Detroit, Michigan
Direct from... California
Ladies and gentlemen, direct from Detroit, Michigan
Direct from... California
Direct...

[evil laughter]

[17 seconds of samples]

What, I just wanna lay you back
Nah, you ain't gotta count my stack
Nah, it ain't goin down like that
Damn yo' ass is fat
I just wanna hit it, and quit it, if it's on like that
If I ever have to call your back
Cause you got a man, and I got a woman
But one ain't enough I need more to keep me comin
And I'm, runnin away, cause it's time to play
Nowadays chickenheads all wanna date a DJ
MC, sport star, nigga with some mo-ney
That means locked down... girl laugh like that shit's funny
I wish some of these broads cooked better than they look
Cause nowadays, they get you hooked, overbooked 'til you shook
Niggaz look, and learn for your own concern
These broads heatin shit up on mosh I burn
Down in the projects, or even up in the hills
Shit's real, these women want money and deals...
Yeah, get paid

"Now you know how it is brothers and sisters
When two brothers and sisters get to fightin
Them motherfuckers get killed! Damn right
How they go at your ass for BLOOD!
You better damn believe it baby
They don't fight like they're fightin a stranger
No they're fightin to kill baby
And that's a damn shame, cause that... "

Nowadays your boy probably tryin to hit your girl
While you tryin to work to buy the hoe diamonds and pearls
Fo' sho'~! It goes down like the girl on her knees
Tryin to please every nizzle gettin drunk smokin trees
While you 9 to 5, 'bout to 25 to life it
That hoe on some sheist shit, cause you find out how trife it's
The way it is, all she wanna do is swallow kids
This hollow dip's out to lunch all up on a trip
A nigga like me ain't even got time for it
Cause I ain't givin up shit unless I want to give it
Niggaz slave to the grave from the weak down to the brave
Smart to the stupid gettin stuck by Cupid
Nowadays, clock G's, ain't got time for deez
Fake dumber than Louise, even though they OOH-WEE!
Nowadays, nowadays niggaz smile in your face
Havin friends is a waste, detrimental like a nigga ten pace
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
Four... (YEAH!) three... two... ONE!

Yeah, uhh, here we go c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah