J Dilla [DJ]

(Feat. Madlib & Guilty Simpson)

[sample of "BABY! " repeats throughout the song]

[Intro: J Dilla]
Let's go!
Turn it up... live niggaz throw it up
It's the official, we got the bank for ya...
GO!

[Guilty Simpson:]
You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh!
Thug shit in a major way
I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav
Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers
If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether
Niggaz got snow like cold cold weather
And big money clips cause they fold dough better

[J Dilla:]
Yeahhh! Packin three cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami
So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me
Got a sick flow and a couple of pistols
Got this thick chick Coco in 'Cisco
The same day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom
She got a mouth like a vacuum, uh!
We them boys with the chains on our neck
E'ry five minutes we untanglin them
It's Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the turnin lane with ya ex/X, like +Los Angeles+...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... and the nights are scandalous
Thick like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on bats
And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat
And leave the shit smokin where the logo at
And the witnesses won't tell po-po jack, uh!
That's how it is when we fuck shit up
(Kill it!) People hoes horny and the blunts lit up
FEEL IT!

[J Dilla:]
Yup, real talk y'all
I met this girl last night, she whispered in my ear like
[singing]
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, take me home tonight
Baby, lay me doooown...
Baby, girl it's only right
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, you're the one for me
Baby, (yeaaah!)
You should be havin my baby (Turn it up!)
You should be havin my baby

[J Dilla:]
It's the official, [? ] make the wrist glow
Think it's a disco when I ran Bisco
If you feelin' it, where your Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim tell em where to send at
That you [? ] my man Phat, tell me where ya friends at
Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at
Let's be...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... out ridin high
Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock
They ain't invited unless they gon' drop
You do it how I like it and make it go pop
If all's agreed, we got weed
Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed
Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it
If what y'all doin ain't 'bout dollars?

[Madlib:]
All my... ("BABY! ") girls always lookin for me
My kids' moms always lookin for me
They lookin good for me
You what? - You gon' stick with her or me?
Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my ("BABY! ")
Always keepin me up on my toes
Unless I'm out creepin on do's or sleepin with hoes
Still my ("BABY!), cakes with cakes upon cakes
(Ay, where my money at?) Keep a nigga spendin papes

[Outro: J Dilla]
Turn it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by the name of Dave New York
Dave, we talkin 'bout, hip hop and radio
Dave, where you at with it?

[Dave New York:]
How do I feel about radio hip-hop?
I think it's wack, most of the shit they play is straight GARBAGE!...
[echoes]

(Feat. Madlib & Guilty Simpson)

[sample of "BABY! " repeats throughout the song]

[Intro: J Dilla]
Let's go!
Turn it up... live niggaz throw it up
It's the official, we got the bank for ya...
GO!

[Guilty Simpson:]
You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
Packin a .38 snub and a razor blade, uh!
Thug shit in a major way
I kick ya dog's ass like a Flavor Flav
Thug niggaz with guns beneath leathers
If you know better, keep ya bitch on tether
Niggaz got snow like cold cold weather
And big money clips cause they fold dough better

[J Dilla:]
Yeahhh! Packin three cuties in the Hemi
I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami
So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me
Got a sick flow and a couple of pistols
Got this thick chick Coco in 'Cisco
The same day I met her, we backstage in the bathroom
She got a mouth like a vacuum, uh!
We them boys with the chains on our neck
E'ry five minutes we untanglin them
It's Pay Jay make sure the name on the check
Jay Dee in the turnin lane with ya ex/X, like +Los Angeles+...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... and the nights are scandalous
Thick like big bread basket sandwiches
Choke on that, we smoke on bats
And put a hole through the horse on your Polo hat
And leave the shit smokin where the logo at
And the witnesses won't tell po-po jack, uh!
That's how it is when we fuck shit up
(Kill it!) People hoes horny and the blunts lit up
FEEL IT!

[J Dilla:]
Yup, real talk y'all
I met this girl last night, she whispered in my ear like
[singing]
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, take me home tonight
Baby, lay me doooown...
Baby, girl it's only right
Baby, you're the one...
Baby, you're the one for me
Baby, (yeaaah!)
You should be havin my baby (Turn it up!)
You should be havin my baby

[J Dilla:]
It's the official, [? ] make the wrist glow
Think it's a disco when I ran Bisco
If you feelin' it, where your Earl Flynn at?
Cut the check, Tim tell em where to send at
That you [? ] my man Phat, tell me where ya friends at
Kay moved to the valet where the Benz at
Let's be...

[Guilty Simpson:]
... out ridin high
Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock
They ain't invited unless they gon' drop
You do it how I like it and make it go pop
If all's agreed, we got weed
Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed
Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it
If what y'all doin ain't 'bout dollars?

[Madlib:]
All my... ("BABY! ") girls always lookin for me
My kids' moms always lookin for me
They lookin good for me
You what? - You gon' stick with her or me?
Damn girl, you always givin the third degree, you still my ("BABY! ")
Always keepin me up on my toes
Unless I'm out creepin on do's or sleepin with hoes
Still my ("BABY!), cakes with cakes upon cakes
(Ay, where my money at?) Keep a nigga spendin papes

[Outro: J Dilla]
Turn it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by the name of Dave New York
Dave, we talkin 'bout, hip hop and radio
Dave, where you at with it?

[Dave New York:]
How do I feel about radio hip-hop?
I think it's wack, most of the shit they play is straight GARBAGE!...
[echoes]

"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!)

(feat. Dwele)

Ahhh

Ohh!

Ahhh...

[Chorus:]
Find My Dime Piece Tonight
She Will Be By My Side
Signed On The Dotted
Cause Even Good Ones Turn Bad
And I Aint Bout To Get At (No Body)
I'll Find My Lady Tonight
She Will Be My Alibi
To Keep The Police Off Me But That Aint Right
But Im A Player Tonight

[Vamp:]
Useless For Me To See A Lady
Unless She Can Be My
A... N... G-E-L (L-L-L)

Ahhhh...

[Verse 1:]
This One Looks Nice To Try
I Like The Way She Fits My Eye
So Beautiful That Shes Divine
I Spotted You From Across The Room
And I Was Diggin Your Moves (Yeah)
You Looked At Me In A Way That Proved
That My Eyes Had Did
What I Wanted Them To Do
Come Feel My Love When I Move
On This Dancefloor With You
I Love Your Ways
Youve Got Me For Tonight Girl
So Dont Be Shy, Angel
I Do Believe Our Times Almost Up
For This Eyeing Game
Oh, You Came With Him
That Means My Time Is Growing Slim
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find (Find, Find)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

[Verse 2:]
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find Someone As (Ooooh)
Fine As You To Be My (Oooh)
Dime To Last A Life Time
I Hope Imma Meet That Lady To Be
Im Fed Up With These No Romance Dances
And These Late Night Creeps
She Will Be
The Hottest One From This Picture
That Keeps My Mind On High
So Fly, Truely I...
Cant Leave The Scene
I Refuse To Leave This Place
Without My Queen
(Need You To Know That Means Ive Got To Find....)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

(feat. Dwele)

Ahhh

Ohh!

Ahhh...

[Chorus:]
Find My Dime Piece Tonight
She Will Be By My Side
Signed On The Dotted
Cause Even Good Ones Turn Bad
And I Aint Bout To Get At (No Body)
I'll Find My Lady Tonight
She Will Be My Alibi
To Keep The Police Off Me But That Aint Right
But Im A Player Tonight

[Vamp:]
Useless For Me To See A Lady
Unless She Can Be My
A... N... G-E-L (L-L-L)

Ahhhh...

[Verse 1:]
This One Looks Nice To Try
I Like The Way She Fits My Eye
So Beautiful That Shes Divine
I Spotted You From Across The Room
And I Was Diggin Your Moves (Yeah)
You Looked At Me In A Way That Proved
That My Eyes Had Did
What I Wanted Them To Do
Come Feel My Love When I Move
On This Dancefloor With You
I Love Your Ways
Youve Got Me For Tonight Girl
So Dont Be Shy, Angel
I Do Believe Our Times Almost Up
For This Eyeing Game
Oh, You Came With Him
That Means My Time Is Growing Slim
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find (Find, Find)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

[Verse 2:]
Cause You Know Ive Got To Find Someone As (Ooooh)
Fine As You To Be My (Oooh)
Dime To Last A Life Time
I Hope Imma Meet That Lady To Be
Im Fed Up With These No Romance Dances
And These Late Night Creeps
She Will Be
The Hottest One From This Picture
That Keeps My Mind On High
So Fly, Truely I...
Cant Leave The Scene
I Refuse To Leave This Place
Without My Queen
(Need You To Know That Means Ive Got To Find....)

[Chorus]

[Vamp]

[Black Thought]
Uh uh, come on, S-P in the
Up north into the NYC and the out West
And to niggas in Cali and the Down South type dynamite
What, yo yo come on dynamite dynamite
Uh check it out, uh uh
Yo yo yo yo yo check it out

[Chorus]
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite

Yo, check it out
In in tro tro duc ducing
The sole missin link, what could MC's who listen think
It's Black Thought, open your eyes and don't blink
Yo, to rock this mic is like a basic instinct
But yo in-in-tro-tro-duc-ducing

[Elo]
Behind thee, the mic champ-ion
More than a step-ion
Mothafuckers sweatin me, beggin me just to get me on
Macro-cosmic, micro-master

[Black Thought]
Aiyyo I'm all the way way, Phil Phil-lay-lay
People wanna see the way the Illadel play
Yo, look in the mirror, watch what yourself say
I'm from S-P, no mortal man can test me
Thought, I keep a lin-e in, upper eschulone-in
Heineken, hold the rhymin in, flows remindin em
Cats that hear me up, some shit from back in the past
Your half-steppin ass, could never fathom a grasp because

[Elo]
Yo we got a doctrine, in cold-rockin it
Bringin this apocalype, nigga you mad topical
*Bitch* my raps trick your optical
Mister superficial, I'm rippin apart your heart tissue
This is your official, dismissal
I don't study the artificial, who fuckin wit the dark crystal
Yo where are is you? I'm movin like a smart missle
Aimed and guaranteed to hit you

[Black Thought]
Word up, but when the Fifth do get on and perform, you in for it
It ain't no way to cen-sor it, my style metaphoric
To bricks and ten tons stacks hard to lift
The artist, comin out the Fifth darkness

[Elo]
We go back like ancients, while you ain't shit
Sub-terrainean, never against the grain-ean
Afro-American slash half-blade-ean
In your universe, my star's the most radiant

[Chorus]
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite

[Black Thought]
Aiyyo it's all the way live, from 2-1-5
Plus admission is denied so just wait outside
Two extremes collide like Jekyl and Hyde
And I provie you wit the swerve you need, but take heed
You travellin like speed
Iller than adventures you might read
O-fficial original breed, the just-ice league, yo it's the P-5-D
Style fashionist, other MC's they actresses

[Elo]
Yo it's the high-opposed, you bout to get shot down
Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound
You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco
Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get my gist so
I represent so you gotta squint
As far as how I do it you ain't compen-sate
We causin nui-sance and get in-decent so save your two cents
Don't come in my district, kickin that *bullshit*

[Black Thought]
Yo it's all simplistic, limited click get
Lyrically lifted, touchin the Fifth shit
Trenches of the mentally twisted, you enlisted
5 was the emblem on the mic you got hit wit

[Elo]
And I stomp ya, till you call me conqueror
Back-slappin all the niggas that slept
Thinkin that Elo could ever disappear
I'm strippin they vi near
Wit this non ether reefer, quiet frequent premiere

[Chorus - 2X]
Eve-ry bo-dy, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
Check it out, eve-ry bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth Dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fith Dynamite

(feat. Common)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jayyyy Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me

[Common:]
Get up get up, and rock, and rock
The humm the humm and knock and knock
You out the atmosphere
This rap here something that I felt in the moment
Of truth, opponents in the booth
Inspired, is what I write, fire like 'roof'
They say that I'm as hot as the block is
I say that I'm as cold as the dark is
Moms sit in the cut
Tryin' to get my niggaz in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his +Chest+ like Cody +Nutt+
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed out the window lobby
Similar sex, revolution and techs on the death
When niggaz shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O
Double get your paper
We stay up out of trouble nigga

[J Dilla:]
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get get, get, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get up, get, get up, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
I get get, get up, get up yeah

[Common:]
Get up niggaz, get live ladies
Since the early 80's I rock the planet daily
Radio Rasheed this is how I do when I write things
The party for your right to fight scenes
Baby girl you as young as the nice seams on tight jeans
Should have been Kahlua or ice cream
My pipe dream's long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try to control that shit so my soul don't get
Dirty for some girly, unworthy of the flowers
I admit that I got strange powers
Brain showers
Like the Eiffel, leaning thru life cycle
Hold the bible and a rifle
That they do me might go
Get me in the spotlight, turn the lights low
Make you wanna holler like tooti
I abuse the disciple
Beats, streets meets speaks mind, times and life yo
Get up

[J Dilla:]
There it is
Uh
It's like that
Yup, yeah know how we do it

(feat. Common)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jayyyy Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me

[Common:]
Get up get up, and rock, and rock
The humm the humm and knock and knock
You out the atmosphere
This rap here something that I felt in the moment
Of truth, opponents in the booth
Inspired, is what I write, fire like 'roof'
They say that I'm as hot as the block is
I say that I'm as cold as the dark is
Moms sit in the cut
Tryin' to get my niggaz in the den he walked by
Hold his stoony up
Hole in his +Chest+ like Cody +Nutt+
Smoking his cess, he blow it up
As if schemed out the window lobby
Similar sex, revolution and techs on the death
When niggaz shoot for extra loot and respect
Live and direct effect from the C-O
Double get your paper
We stay up out of trouble nigga

[J Dilla:]
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get get, get, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
Get get up, get, get up, get up, get up yeah
Get up stand up throw you fuckin hands up
If you got the feelin' jump up touch the ceilin
Get, get, get up get up
I get get, get up, get up yeah

[Common:]
Get up niggaz, get live ladies
Since the early 80's I rock the planet daily
Radio Rasheed this is how I do when I write things
The party for your right to fight scenes
Baby girl you as young as the nice seams on tight jeans
Should have been Kahlua or ice cream
My pipe dream's long as the fight scenes in The Matrix
Scorpio rising, sex fiend by nature
Try to control that shit so my soul don't get
Dirty for some girly, unworthy of the flowers
I admit that I got strange powers
Brain showers
Like the Eiffel, leaning thru life cycle
Hold the bible and a rifle
That they do me might go
Get me in the spotlight, turn the lights low
Make you wanna holler like tooti
I abuse the disciple
Beats, streets meets speaks mind, times and life yo
Get up

[J Dilla:]
There it is
Uh
It's like that
Yup, yeah know how we do it

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Aiyyo... aiyyo!.. This shit is a FUCKIN emergency!
Evacuate, the FUCKIN premises, bitch!
There's a FUCKIN fire goin on here, aight?
J Dilla, that's the motherfuckin fire right there!
Evacuate the FUCKIN buildin before you get burned, bitch!!
Get the FUCK out the building!!
Busta Rhymes tells you what it is right now!
J Dilla, let's BARBEQUE these motherfuckers! YEAH!!

[J Dilla plays a beat that sounds like
"The Flight of the Bumblebees" with oohs and buzzes in background]

[Busta Rhymes:]
You don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
LOOK, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the FUCKIN GODFATHER DILLA, TRUST!!!

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Aiyyo... aiyyo!.. This shit is a FUCKIN emergency!
Evacuate, the FUCKIN premises, bitch!
There's a FUCKIN fire goin on here, aight?
J Dilla, that's the motherfuckin fire right there!
Evacuate the FUCKIN buildin before you get burned, bitch!!
Get the FUCK out the building!!
Busta Rhymes tells you what it is right now!
J Dilla, let's BARBEQUE these motherfuckers! YEAH!!

[J Dilla plays a beat that sounds like
"The Flight of the Bumblebees" with oohs and buzzes in background]

[Busta Rhymes:]
You don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
LOOK, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the FUCKIN GODFATHER DILLA, TRUST!!!

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Aiyyo... aiyyo!.. This shit is a FUCKIN emergency!
Evacuate, the FUCKIN premises, bitch!
There's a FUCKIN fire goin on here, aight?
J Dilla, that's the motherfuckin fire right there!
Evacuate the FUCKIN buildin before you get burned, bitch!!
Get the FUCK out the building!!
Busta Rhymes tells you what it is right now!
J Dilla, let's BARBEQUE these motherfuckers! YEAH!!

[J Dilla plays a beat that sounds like
"The Flight of the Bumblebees" with oohs and buzzes in background]

[Busta Rhymes:]
You don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
Listen, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the fuckin godfather Dilla!!
LOOK, you don't want no problems, nigga!!
Try to test the FUCKIN GODFATHER DILLA, TRUST!!!

[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])

(feat. M.E.D. & Guilty Simpson)

[Guilty Simpson:]
Yeah
Guilty Simpson
My nigga Med
J Dilla
Raw Shit

Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[x2:]
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at cha man's
I'll smoke with cha

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[Med:]
I bang nothing but that, raw shit
Nigga bang on the wall piss
From the noise and the blunt saying
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy
In your speezy
Take shit like
Nigga you don't need these
Titles and mics
Homie you don't need these
My CD
Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
[? ] with no cheese
Rap Gs
Rubberband one hand
I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my nigga
I call him OG
The street symphony
Epidemy
The underdog who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes out a my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
I'm back
Don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes
Nigga imagin that

(feat. M.E.D. & Guilty Simpson)

[Guilty Simpson:]
Yeah
Guilty Simpson
My nigga Med
J Dilla
Raw Shit

Prolific
Flow might blow, listen
Get Zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set
This year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot
Your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kids potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter
I'd drink straight vodka, spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug them up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I mall y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[x2:]
With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at cha man's
I'll smoke with cha

J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A
J D-Troit I to the L-L-A

[Med:]
I bang nothing but that, raw shit
Nigga bang on the wall piss
From the noise and the blunt saying
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach hunger in the eyes greedy
In your speezy
Take shit like
Nigga you don't need these
Titles and mics
Homie you don't need these
My CD
Pack like 6 niggas in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
[? ] with no cheese
Rap Gs
Rubberband one hand
I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my nigga
I call him OG
The street symphony
Epidemy
The underdog who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes out a my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
I'm back
Don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes
Nigga imagin that

"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]

[Intro:]
Yeah... what's the deal?
Y'all know what this is... it's Big Nasty
Get ready for my nigga Dilla... holla!

[J Dilla:]
I had a dream 'bout my man last night
And his name is - Frank-N-Bank, that's what's up
The Roots crew, that's what's up
Busta Bus, that's what's up
Pete and C.L., that's what's up
Dejour, that's what's up
My niggaz keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups
It's the return, so turn it up
It's gettin hot in hurr, we burnin up
Let's go; yup, another episode
Fucked up lettin Dill' get in the do'
I'm lettin you know, I'm like The Professional
Makin my hits, collectin my dough
I'm so extra, so next to blow
So fly get pest control
No joke when it comes to the flow
It's nasty, couldn't touch it with a 100 foot pole
I stay hustlin Joe; I'm Errol Flynn
And out in Berlin countin bundles of Cho
You gotta love it dawg, you can't beat it
Get your bitch, she all on Jay Dee dick
Cause that's what's up
My niggaz keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups
Real ghe-tto with the plastic cups
Keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups

[Outro:]
Y'all niggaz know y'all outta there
C'mon with the real (it's all live)
{Live with it} ("Welcome to the D baby! ")
(Let's take it baaaaaack)
Come with it, yeah (let's do it again)
Let's do it ("Right now, for the rough rugged and raw way
This nigga gets the game but he don't play - Detroit")
(Let's take it baaaaaack)
Who got your city on lock?
("Nasty ain't it~? ")

[Intro:]
Yeah... what's the deal?
Y'all know what this is... it's Big Nasty
Get ready for my nigga Dilla... holla!

[J Dilla:]
I had a dream 'bout my man last night
And his name is - Frank-N-Bank, that's what's up
The Roots crew, that's what's up
Busta Bus, that's what's up
Pete and C.L., that's what's up
Dejour, that's what's up
My niggaz keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups
It's the return, so turn it up
It's gettin hot in hurr, we burnin up
Let's go; yup, another episode
Fucked up lettin Dill' get in the do'
I'm lettin you know, I'm like The Professional
Makin my hits, collectin my dough
I'm so extra, so next to blow
So fly get pest control
No joke when it comes to the flow
It's nasty, couldn't touch it with a 100 foot pole
I stay hustlin Joe; I'm Errol Flynn
And out in Berlin countin bundles of Cho
You gotta love it dawg, you can't beat it
Get your bitch, she all on Jay Dee dick
Cause that's what's up
My niggaz keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups
Real ghe-tto with the plastic cups
Keep it ghe-tto with the plastic cups

[Outro:]
Y'all niggaz know y'all outta there
C'mon with the real (it's all live)
{Live with it} ("Welcome to the D baby! ")
(Let's take it baaaaaack)
Come with it, yeah (let's do it again)
Let's do it ("Right now, for the rough rugged and raw way
This nigga gets the game but he don't play - Detroit")
(Let's take it baaaaaack)
Who got your city on lock?
("Nasty ain't it~? ")

(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

[Pharoahe Monch:]
(We must be in love)
(We must be in love)
(We must be in...)

It's soul music
Soully for ya soul music
For it matter how much we all soul music
From ya fitted to ya Nike soul music
It's cheese grits and filet a soul music
This soul music sound good don't it

I got a message that I might wanna share with you
To show you I'm hard at
It beats the president and his government
I voted for God
And I know some how some way we all can make it
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in)
Open your heart I'm sure you'll find a way to truly get this
To cure a man from all his disease and from all his sickness
One life one love one fight one struggle one blood
Hope you can feel it in your bones
And if you need it you can use it any time of day you want it you can choose it hey
In the morning in the evening
If you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire the soul when they write some abuse it
I choose to choose what I choose when I choose it
Put love in the music cause

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)

Lord
I know somebody in here feel the love tonight
Please
If you can feel it in your soul and your spirit let me see one hands in the air
Now turn to the person to the right of you and you can tell them
You can tell them
You can say it

{We must be in love, we must be in love}

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it
(We must be in...)

(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

[Pharoahe Monch:]
(We must be in love)
(We must be in love)
(We must be in...)

It's soul music
Soully for ya soul music
For it matter how much we all soul music
From ya fitted to ya Nike soul music
It's cheese grits and filet a soul music
This soul music sound good don't it

I got a message that I might wanna share with you
To show you I'm hard at
It beats the president and his government
I voted for God
And I know some how some way we all can make it
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in)
Open your heart I'm sure you'll find a way to truly get this
To cure a man from all his disease and from all his sickness
One life one love one fight one struggle one blood
Hope you can feel it in your bones
And if you need it you can use it any time of day you want it you can choose it hey
In the morning in the evening
If you work a 9 to 5 then you leavin
You can stand on the train when you reading
(We must be in love)
Love music gospel to thug music
Some inspire the soul when they write some abuse it
I choose to choose what I choose when I choose it
Put love in the music cause

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it

(We must be in love)

Lord
I know somebody in here feel the love tonight
Please
If you can feel it in your soul and your spirit let me see one hands in the air
Now turn to the person to the right of you and you can tell them
You can tell them
You can say it

{We must be in love, we must be in love}

(We must be in love)
If fovever we gon talk the talk we gotta walk the walk
(We must be in love)
From the coast of California all the way down to the shores of New York
(We must be in love)
I know some how some way we all can make it
(We must be in love)
I got a little information might as well a go ahead and take it
(We must be in...)

"Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! " - Lil' Fame (M.O.P.)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, real niggaz only
("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it, worldwide, show that shine
Get the cash, and flash like Kodak blind 'em
If I get the urge to splurge or bling I do it
It's nobody's concern, they ain't got a thing to do with this
Shut the fuck up~! Please believe
I had the boy kneed, out in Philly freeze the sleeves
Givin the "Gangsta Love" like Eve and Keys
The first piece, worshipped by the set of thieves with cheese
And haters think I ain't peep they steeze
Don't think I don't got, peeps that'll squeeze the things
And tryin to be M.O.P. you'll be D.O.A.
Me and my mans and them roll deep (peep)
And we don't play those games, no chain tuckin
Only congratulate if you hate fuck y'all
Rock City down here in the D
Bling bling, it's time to make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it

("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ") Yeah
Real niggaz only ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Let's go, Ruff - Draft ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Yeah ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")

Yo I'm like if you hot in 'em what you buyin 'em for?
Get your shine on, it's time to blind 'em all
Don't worry 'bout the haters you can shake they ass
When they can't get they taste of the cake they mad
And these backpackers wanna confuse it
Niggaz is icey ain't got nothin to do with the music
So hater mind your biz and get your own
You know what, time it is we get that glow
Better get your bitch before we hit that dough
We too sick, clique crew thick like colds
And you can respect it or SUCK IT~!
I'm in the booth, chain swingin, soundin like extra percussion
I'm tellin ya cousin, rock your jewels
If anything tucked, there's the pop in full
Just to let 'em know you ain't friendly
Let's sparkle baby, make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")

Yeah ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Top, dollars, flaunt ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Shake the haters ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
We gon', keep it movin like ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Ruff Draft, can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga with ice
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'm a be...

"Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! " - Lil' Fame (M.O.P.)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, real niggaz only
("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it, worldwide, show that shine
Get the cash, and flash like Kodak blind 'em
If I get the urge to splurge or bling I do it
It's nobody's concern, they ain't got a thing to do with this
Shut the fuck up~! Please believe
I had the boy kneed, out in Philly freeze the sleeves
Givin the "Gangsta Love" like Eve and Keys
The first piece, worshipped by the set of thieves with cheese
And haters think I ain't peep they steeze
Don't think I don't got, peeps that'll squeeze the things
And tryin to be M.O.P. you'll be D.O.A.
Me and my mans and them roll deep (peep)
And we don't play those games, no chain tuckin
Only congratulate if you hate fuck y'all
Rock City down here in the D
Bling bling, it's time to make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it

("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ") Yeah
Real niggaz only ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Let's go, Ruff - Draft ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Yeah ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")

Yo I'm like if you hot in 'em what you buyin 'em for?
Get your shine on, it's time to blind 'em all
Don't worry 'bout the haters you can shake they ass
When they can't get they taste of the cake they mad
And these backpackers wanna confuse it
Niggaz is icey ain't got nothin to do with the music
So hater mind your biz and get your own
You know what, time it is we get that glow
Better get your bitch before we hit that dough
We too sick, clique crew thick like colds
And you can respect it or SUCK IT~!
I'm in the booth, chain swingin, soundin like extra percussion
I'm tellin ya cousin, rock your jewels
If anything tucked, there's the pop in full
Just to let 'em know you ain't friendly
Let's sparkle baby, make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")

Yeah ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Top, dollars, flaunt ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Shake the haters ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
We gon', keep it movin like ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Ruff Draft, can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga with ice
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'm a be...

"Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! " - Lil' Fame (M.O.P.)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, real niggaz only
("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it, worldwide, show that shine
Get the cash, and flash like Kodak blind 'em
If I get the urge to splurge or bling I do it
It's nobody's concern, they ain't got a thing to do with this
Shut the fuck up~! Please believe
I had the boy kneed, out in Philly freeze the sleeves
Givin the "Gangsta Love" like Eve and Keys
The first piece, worshipped by the set of thieves with cheese
And haters think I ain't peep they steeze
Don't think I don't got, peeps that'll squeeze the things
And tryin to be M.O.P. you'll be D.O.A.
Me and my mans and them roll deep (peep)
And we don't play those games, no chain tuckin
Only congratulate if you hate fuck y'all
Rock City down here in the D
Bling bling, it's time to make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it

("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ") Yeah
Real niggaz only ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Let's go, Ruff - Draft ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Yeah ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")

Yo I'm like if you hot in 'em what you buyin 'em for?
Get your shine on, it's time to blind 'em all
Don't worry 'bout the haters you can shake they ass
When they can't get they taste of the cake they mad
And these backpackers wanna confuse it
Niggaz is icey ain't got nothin to do with the music
So hater mind your biz and get your own
You know what, time it is we get that glow
Better get your bitch before we hit that dough
We too sick, clique crew thick like colds
And you can respect it or SUCK IT~!
I'm in the booth, chain swingin, soundin like extra percussion
I'm tellin ya cousin, rock your jewels
If anything tucked, there's the pop in full
Just to let 'em know you ain't friendly
Let's sparkle baby, make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")

Yeah ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Top, dollars, flaunt ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Shake the haters ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
We gon', keep it movin like ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Ruff Draft, can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga with ice
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'm a be...

"Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! " - Lil' Fame (M.O.P.)

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, real niggaz only
("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it, worldwide, show that shine
Get the cash, and flash like Kodak blind 'em
If I get the urge to splurge or bling I do it
It's nobody's concern, they ain't got a thing to do with this
Shut the fuck up~! Please believe
I had the boy kneed, out in Philly freeze the sleeves
Givin the "Gangsta Love" like Eve and Keys
The first piece, worshipped by the set of thieves with cheese
And haters think I ain't peep they steeze
Don't think I don't got, peeps that'll squeeze the things
And tryin to be M.O.P. you'll be D.O.A.
Me and my mans and them roll deep (peep)
And we don't play those games, no chain tuckin
Only congratulate if you hate fuck y'all
Rock City down here in the D
Bling bling, it's time to make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")
Let's do it

("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ") Yeah
Real niggaz only ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Let's go, Ruff - Draft ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Yeah ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")

Yo I'm like if you hot in 'em what you buyin 'em for?
Get your shine on, it's time to blind 'em all
Don't worry 'bout the haters you can shake they ass
When they can't get they taste of the cake they mad
And these backpackers wanna confuse it
Niggaz is icey ain't got nothin to do with the music
So hater mind your biz and get your own
You know what, time it is we get that glow
Better get your bitch before we hit that dough
We too sick, clique crew thick like colds
And you can respect it or SUCK IT~!
I'm in the booth, chain swingin, soundin like extra percussion
I'm tellin ya cousin, rock your jewels
If anything tucked, there's the pop in full
Just to let 'em know you ain't friendly
Let's sparkle baby, make 'em envy ("make 'em envy! ")

Yeah ("Them jewels... make 'em envy! ")
Top, dollars, flaunt ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Shake the haters ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
We gon', keep it movin like ("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy! ")
Ruff Draft, can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga with ice
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause I'm a be...

[singing:]
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh uhh

[singing:]
Incomplete when, you're, away
You turn my, nights, into days
You show me, the, light uh-huh
Gotta, have, you, right away
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

Feels good! Ohhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh

[singing:]
You, breathe, life, in-to meeeEeEeEeEe
Fo' life in, I'm, in, too deep
I'm, ad-dic-ted, uh-huh
Something tells, me, you're the one (YEAH!)
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

[singing:]
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh uhh

[singing:]
Incomplete when, you're, away
You turn my, nights, into days
You show me, the, light uh-huh
Gotta, have, you, right away
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

Feels good! Ohhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh

[singing:]
You, breathe, life, in-to meeeEeEeEeEe
Fo' life in, I'm, in, too deep
I'm, ad-dic-ted, uh-huh
Something tells, me, you're the one (YEAH!)
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

[singing:]
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh uhh

[singing:]
Incomplete when, you're, away
You turn my, nights, into days
You show me, the, light uh-huh
Gotta, have, you, right away
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

Feels good! Ohhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh

[singing:]
You, breathe, life, in-to meeeEeEeEeEe
Fo' life in, I'm, in, too deep
I'm, ad-dic-ted, uh-huh
Something tells, me, you're the one (YEAH!)
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this
All I need in, my, life is
There, is, no-thing like this
I never felt, quite, like this

[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

[19 seconds of ad libs to start]

[J Dilla:]
Turn me up, a little louder
Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up
Let's go! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it
Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us
We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it
Party up, get live with it
Start it up, put it in drive and whip it
Move, bitch! Get out the way
I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes
It's not the game, fuckin niggaz up
Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~!
"The Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom
You ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em
Better get 'em, where you at bro?
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Let's go!

[Chorus: x2]
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want
You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

[J Dilla:]
Makin your money, takin your money
Overseas and in the states gettin money
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em
Turn that shit up, let's make noise
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
Dudes do this, choppin lovely
Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
In our trucks mayne, that's what's happening
Flossin baby we off the chain
I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades
Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it to do it
Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it
Yeah - nigga, we gon' keep on
In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on
With the bang and the chain and the piece on
Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on

[Chorus]

[19 seconds of ad libs to start]

[J Dilla:]
Turn me up, a little louder
Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up
Let's go! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it
Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us
We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it
Party up, get live with it
Start it up, put it in drive and whip it
Move, bitch! Get out the way
I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes
It's not the game, fuckin niggaz up
Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~!
"The Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom
You ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em
Better get 'em, where you at bro?
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Let's go!

[Chorus: x2]
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want
You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

[J Dilla:]
Makin your money, takin your money
Overseas and in the states gettin money
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em
Turn that shit up, let's make noise
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
Dudes do this, choppin lovely
Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
In our trucks mayne, that's what's happening
Flossin baby we off the chain
I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades
Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it to do it
Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it
Yeah - nigga, we gon' keep on
In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on
With the bang and the chain and the piece on
Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on

[Chorus]

[19 seconds of ad libs to start]

[J Dilla:]
Turn me up, a little louder
Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up
Let's go! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it
Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us
We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it
Party up, get live with it
Start it up, put it in drive and whip it
Move, bitch! Get out the way
I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes
It's not the game, fuckin niggaz up
Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~!
"The Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom
You ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em
Better get 'em, where you at bro?
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Let's go!

[Chorus: x2]
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want
You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

[J Dilla:]
Makin your money, takin your money
Overseas and in the states gettin money
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em
Turn that shit up, let's make noise
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
Dudes do this, choppin lovely
Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
In our trucks mayne, that's what's happening
Flossin baby we off the chain
I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades
Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it to do it
Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it
Yeah - nigga, we gon' keep on
In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on
With the bang and the chain and the piece on
Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on

[Chorus]

[19 seconds of ad libs to start]

[J Dilla:]
Turn me up, a little louder
Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up
Let's go! This only for my real niggaz
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it
Stink pink gators, my Detroit players
Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us
We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it
Party up, get live with it
Start it up, put it in drive and whip it
Move, bitch! Get out the way
I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes
It's not the game, fuckin niggaz up
Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~!
"The Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom
You ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em
Better get 'em, where you at bro?
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control
This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll
Let's go!

[Chorus: x2]
Get live, reach for the sky
For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want
You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

[J Dilla:]
Makin your money, takin your money
Overseas and in the states gettin money
D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous
Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em
Turn that shit up, let's make noise
Jeep volume nigga, we fat cake boys
Dudes do this, choppin lovely
Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps
Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in
In our trucks mayne, that's what's happening
Flossin baby we off the chain
I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades
Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now
Big puff out the truck when you roll down
Do it to death, do it to do it
Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it
Yeah - nigga, we gon' keep on
In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on
With the bang and the chain and the piece on
Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on

[Chorus]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

[J Dilla:]
Yeah, Com, uhh
CL and Pete Rock
Frank-N-Dank, uhh
The Almighty Dreadnauts
Denaun, Big Proof
Bust-a-Bus, Flipmode
Groove Attack, go!
Between Friends, go!
Kenny Riggins, do it
3-4-7, do it
Young Jay, Shay!
Fat Kat, let's go!
Moseley, yeah
Worldwide [echoes]

(feat. Common & D'Angelo)

[Intro: D'Angelo]
Ohhh, ohhhh...
I wanna get closerrrrrr to you baby...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You have come so far
You've got so far to go... (Yeah)
You have come so far
You've got so far to go...(Yeah)

OHHHHHHHHHHH-mm..

[Common:]
Let go, and let me live inside you
What your mouth don't say, baby your thighs do..
I want us to arrive to -
Gether, I love it when the weather
Is wet and sticky, some depict me
As being conscious, yeah I use my head
It was you that fed, my appetite for seduction
Bitin and cussin, makin love and uh! [*exhales*]
Touchin where no one has ever touched before
The heat, got you open like an oven door
Because of your innocence
Even more you'll remember this, hardcore gentleness..
Before you wasn't into this
On the ride, your freak became limitless...
Holdin on to the night and me tight
As we write on the walls...a story called 'Go'

[Chorus: w/ variations and echoes]

Ooooooooooh baby! (yeah, yeah)

[piano break that continues beautifully over Common's next verse]

[Common:]
I love it when we do it, you do it like you believe it
Able to give and receive it with openness
Emotions just spill
I'm givin you something that you can feel, it's hard to stay still..
Rubbin your desires up against mine
I feel you shakin, I'm thinkin that next time
My fingers on the hook of your neck..
Deep in your eyes is a look of respect
Soft wet brown sugar, mixed with cinnamon..
Said you learnin to trust men again
If this is love, made our self
Is made for you to feel empowered at the same time helpless
You dealt with a lot and your screams and moans
Somethin 'bout you go off that I see I'm home
For we don't have to think no more - it's synchronicity and raw
And this is what I came here for, uh

[Chorus x2]

[D'Angelo: repeats]
Go on...

[Chorus x4]

(feat. Common & D'Angelo)

[Intro: D'Angelo]
Ohhh, ohhhh...
I wanna get closerrrrrr to you baby...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...

[Chorus: D'Angelo]
You have come so far
You've got so far to go... (Yeah)
You have come so far
You've got so far to go...(Yeah)

OHHHHHHHHHHH-mm..

[Common:]
Let go, and let me live inside you
What your mouth don't say, baby your thighs do..
I want us to arrive to -
Gether, I love it when the weather
Is wet and sticky, some depict me
As being conscious, yeah I use my head
It was you that fed, my appetite for seduction
Bitin and cussin, makin love and uh! [*exhales*]
Touchin where no one has ever touched before
The heat, got you open like an oven door
Because of your innocence
Even more you'll remember this, hardcore gentleness..
Before you wasn't into this
On the ride, your freak became limitless...
Holdin on to the night and me tight
As we write on the walls...a story called 'Go'

[Chorus: w/ variations and echoes]

Ooooooooooh baby! (yeah, yeah)

[piano break that continues beautifully over Common's next verse]

[Common:]
I love it when we do it, you do it like you believe it
Able to give and receive it with openness
Emotions just spill
I'm givin you something that you can feel, it's hard to stay still..
Rubbin your desires up against mine
I feel you shakin, I'm thinkin that next time
My fingers on the hook of your neck..
Deep in your eyes is a look of respect
Soft wet brown sugar, mixed with cinnamon..
Said you learnin to trust men again
If this is love, made our self
Is made for you to feel empowered at the same time helpless
You dealt with a lot and your screams and moans
Somethin 'bout you go off that I see I'm home
For we don't have to think no more - it's synchronicity and raw
And this is what I came here for, uh

[Chorus x2]

[D'Angelo: repeats]
Go on...

[Chorus x4]