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from J Dilla 2집 - The Shining (2006)
For me, no..
One won't do it, two is not enough for me,no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. {VERSE 1} Now lets take it from tippedy Hottest thang, went from Jacob to Tiffany's Could of kept it real with this real nigga Or kept your mouth closed maybe we could deal witcha She gets two freaks, the wife and the boss Had all 3 of 'em liking it raw Pimp put on wait from fighting them off In the mall, you see it and like it, it's yours Thats a nice fit, you ain't gotta price, shit I pays for it like the mics in The Source We pack big bags out of SaKs 5th Ave "Mister, put 'em in the back, where the fifth at" I need space for all of my womens In these days, the argue is limited I replace the broad if she trippin' It's deep game and all in the pimpin'! Uh, you got one that's cool Nowadays everybody got two That'll do but, I need another one Yeah, and another one One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. {VERSE 2} Lets see, I got one, got two, got.. Tell me do you got what I need A fourth party that can run our team, you know Keep 'em in line, 'cause one might need it This here the guy that your hun might creep with She might do some freak-nick shit on ya I keeps to the beats and bonin' them Whole body blingin' like 3-P-O, nigga And when i pull that fucker out, it attracts the gold-diggers With them big 'ol jelly, Smuckered out Make Dill wanna tuck it in But the truck got The 5th Element like Tucker's in it All you hear is them custom 10-inches beatin' Like 15's, ma can I fit in them jeans You seem like a true team playa for real, love <fuck> with cha boy J to the Dilla, yeah You got one thats cool Nowadays everybody got two That'll do but, I need another one Yep, I needs another one One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One...two is not enough for me, no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. |
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from J Dilla - The Shining Instrument (2007)
For me, no..
One won't do it, two is not enough for me,no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. {VERSE 1} Now lets take it from tippedy Hottest thang, went from Jacob to Tiffany's Could of kept it real with this real nigga Or kept your mouth closed maybe we could deal witcha She gets two freaks, the wife and the boss Had all 3 of 'em liking it raw Pimp put on wait from fighting them off In the mall, you see it and like it, it's yours Thats a nice fit, you ain't gotta price, shit I pays for it like the mics in The Source We pack big bags out of SaKs 5th Ave "Mister, put 'em in the back, where the fifth at" I need space for all of my womens In these days, the argue is limited I replace the broad if she trippin' It's deep game and all in the pimpin'! Uh, you got one that's cool Nowadays everybody got two That'll do but, I need another one Yeah, and another one One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. {VERSE 2} Lets see, I got one, got two, got.. Tell me do you got what I need A fourth party that can run our team, you know Keep 'em in line, 'cause one might need it This here the guy that your hun might creep with She might do some freak-nick shit on ya I keeps to the beats and bonin' them Whole body blingin' like 3-P-O, nigga And when i pull that fucker out, it attracts the gold-diggers With them big 'ol jelly, Smuckered out Make Dill wanna tuck it in But the truck got The 5th Element like Tucker's in it All you hear is them custom 10-inches beatin' Like 15's, ma can I fit in them jeans You seem like a true team playa for real, love <fuck> with cha boy J to the Dilla, yeah You got one thats cool Nowadays everybody got two That'll do but, I need another one Yep, I needs another one One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One...two is not enough for me, no One won't do, two is not enough for me, no One won't do it, two is not enough for me, no One won't do.. |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[J Dilla:]
(C'mon, c'mon feel the noise!) Ruff Draft (girls grab the boys) Uhh (get wild, wild wild) Get wild (get wild, wild wild) get wild Turn it up, another world premier y'all Let's wild out in here front to rear y'all Yeah, pimp juice 'bout to tear off In these niggaz asses indeed it's a classic We 'bout to get wild homeskillet Long as hoes feel it, fuck the clones stealin Where the fifthy, what's a fo'-wheel? Don't just be talkin show deal We wildin like "Girls Gone Wild" here Stand up like D kings wild here Stay stylin, pilin paper Take over town like ice and Jacob, uhh Treat haters like dice and shake 'em up AJ Production, takin up Back to what we came to do now Get wild in here blaze the roof down [Chorus:] C'mon (feel the noise!) (Girls grab the boys) (Get wild, wild wild) get wild (Get wild, wild wild) get wild [J Dilla:] Get wild on the Rampage, "Wild for the Night" Get it lifted like Winona Ryder Same energy that made Ike wanna fight her Hos-tile, end up in hos-pi-tal Fuck with this not an option yo Might be too wild here in De-toire Here to shut shit down, keep your day jobs Yeah, the S. Vil, the MC Free, Guilty, Reem and Rasheed It's not a game my peeps got cheese Freaks see us, get knock-kneed Tryin to hook off with us, everywhere we look up Keep a nigga shook up, now you know this All real playboy straight to Morpheus Back to what we came to do now Get it wild in here blaze the roof down C'mon, feel the noise Girls, grab the boys And get wild (wild wild) (Get wild, wild wild) [Outro:] Wild out y'all, yeah Uhh, hut one, hut two Hut, hut, hut, hut (yeah) Hut, hut, hut, hut (Ruff Draft) Hut, hut, hoeeeee Hut, hut, hut (Okay that's the end of my slave song) |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[J Dilla:]
(C'mon, c'mon feel the noise!) Ruff Draft (girls grab the boys) Uhh (get wild, wild wild) Get wild (get wild, wild wild) get wild Turn it up, another world premier y'all Let's wild out in here front to rear y'all Yeah, pimp juice 'bout to tear off In these niggaz asses indeed it's a classic We 'bout to get wild homeskillet Long as hoes feel it, fuck the clones stealin Where the fifthy, what's a fo'-wheel? Don't just be talkin show deal We wildin like "Girls Gone Wild" here Stand up like D kings wild here Stay stylin, pilin paper Take over town like ice and Jacob, uhh Treat haters like dice and shake 'em up AJ Production, takin up Back to what we came to do now Get wild in here blaze the roof down [Chorus:] C'mon (feel the noise!) (Girls grab the boys) (Get wild, wild wild) get wild (Get wild, wild wild) get wild [J Dilla:] Get wild on the Rampage, "Wild for the Night" Get it lifted like Winona Ryder Same energy that made Ike wanna fight her Hos-tile, end up in hos-pi-tal Fuck with this not an option yo Might be too wild here in De-toire Here to shut shit down, keep your day jobs Yeah, the S. Vil, the MC Free, Guilty, Reem and Rasheed It's not a game my peeps got cheese Freaks see us, get knock-kneed Tryin to hook off with us, everywhere we look up Keep a nigga shook up, now you know this All real playboy straight to Morpheus Back to what we came to do now Get it wild in here blaze the roof down C'mon, feel the noise Girls, grab the boys And get wild (wild wild) (Get wild, wild wild) [Outro:] Wild out y'all, yeah Uhh, hut one, hut two Hut, hut, hut, hut (yeah) Hut, hut, hut, hut (Ruff Draft) Hut, hut, hoeeeee Hut, hut, hut (Okay that's the end of my slave song) |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[J Dilla:]
(C'mon, c'mon feel the noise!) Ruff Draft (girls grab the boys) Uhh (get wild, wild wild) Get wild (get wild, wild wild) get wild Turn it up, another world premier y'all Let's wild out in here front to rear y'all Yeah, pimp juice 'bout to tear off In these niggaz asses indeed it's a classic We 'bout to get wild homeskillet Long as hoes feel it, fuck the clones stealin Where the fifthy, what's a fo'-wheel? Don't just be talkin show deal We wildin like "Girls Gone Wild" here Stand up like D kings wild here Stay stylin, pilin paper Take over town like ice and Jacob, uhh Treat haters like dice and shake 'em up AJ Production, takin up Back to what we came to do now Get wild in here blaze the roof down [Chorus:] C'mon (feel the noise!) (Girls grab the boys) (Get wild, wild wild) get wild (Get wild, wild wild) get wild [J Dilla:] Get wild on the Rampage, "Wild for the Night" Get it lifted like Winona Ryder Same energy that made Ike wanna fight her Hos-tile, end up in hos-pi-tal Fuck with this not an option yo Might be too wild here in De-toire Here to shut shit down, keep your day jobs Yeah, the S. Vil, the MC Free, Guilty, Reem and Rasheed It's not a game my peeps got cheese Freaks see us, get knock-kneed Tryin to hook off with us, everywhere we look up Keep a nigga shook up, now you know this All real playboy straight to Morpheus Back to what we came to do now Get it wild in here blaze the roof down C'mon, feel the noise Girls, grab the boys And get wild (wild wild) (Get wild, wild wild) [Outro:] Wild out y'all, yeah Uhh, hut one, hut two Hut, hut, hut, hut (yeah) Hut, hut, hut, hut (Ruff Draft) Hut, hut, hoeeeee Hut, hut, hut (Okay that's the end of my slave song) |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[J Dilla:]
(C'mon, c'mon feel the noise!) Ruff Draft (girls grab the boys) Uhh (get wild, wild wild) Get wild (get wild, wild wild) get wild Turn it up, another world premier y'all Let's wild out in here front to rear y'all Yeah, pimp juice 'bout to tear off In these niggaz asses indeed it's a classic We 'bout to get wild homeskillet Long as hoes feel it, fuck the clones stealin Where the fifthy, what's a fo'-wheel? Don't just be talkin show deal We wildin like "Girls Gone Wild" here Stand up like D kings wild here Stay stylin, pilin paper Take over town like ice and Jacob, uhh Treat haters like dice and shake 'em up AJ Production, takin up Back to what we came to do now Get wild in here blaze the roof down [Chorus:] C'mon (feel the noise!) (Girls grab the boys) (Get wild, wild wild) get wild (Get wild, wild wild) get wild [J Dilla:] Get wild on the Rampage, "Wild for the Night" Get it lifted like Winona Ryder Same energy that made Ike wanna fight her Hos-tile, end up in hos-pi-tal Fuck with this not an option yo Might be too wild here in De-toire Here to shut shit down, keep your day jobs Yeah, the S. Vil, the MC Free, Guilty, Reem and Rasheed It's not a game my peeps got cheese Freaks see us, get knock-kneed Tryin to hook off with us, everywhere we look up Keep a nigga shook up, now you know this All real playboy straight to Morpheus Back to what we came to do now Get it wild in here blaze the roof down C'mon, feel the noise Girls, grab the boys And get wild (wild wild) (Get wild, wild wild) [Outro:] Wild out y'all, yeah Uhh, hut one, hut two Hut, hut, hut, hut (yeah) Hut, hut, hut, hut (Ruff Draft) Hut, hut, hoeeeee Hut, hut, hut (Okay that's the end of my slave song) |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
(feat. Jay-Dee & Madlib)
[Verse 1:] [Jaylib:] "Yo man you here dat you here dat shit man" [Madlib:] Like what the fuck is this Hey look at this what kinda luck is this (Haack) Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my niggaz Only haters holler they can't feel us Wanna get looser then we? But just gonna be a looser to me and dilla(ha) Killa, Talkin bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep? Cause you bluffin and you ain't said nothin to spec? Anyway I'm straight high off the trees Your girl don't wanna lie she's gonna get on a niggaz dick Turn It up, y'all niggaz must be outta head If ya sister made it up to the bed? [Verse 2:] [Jay Dee:] "Yo what was that you said right there what was that? " [Madlib:] Mr Leadway Instant Replay Instant Relay Instant Mc, Producer, and DJ I do this shit without a cell beeper or three way Your coming off like like a G-lay? "Anyway" Ay, Peace to A.G Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, Peace to Sage Oh that nigga Wildlight, Wildlife, Hannibal, Cannibals "WHOOOP What else? " Um, Male Facists, Womanizers, Nymphos, niggaz in disguises " Ah What Else" Fine Women that like Pretty Women Some Fuck Women Some Fuck Woman? "Mostly Fuckin Women" Y'all niggaz must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed? |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
[INTRO:]
Now I want everybody to clap your in this place Come on! Yea, tell me something good baby Cause I sho' got something good for you I wanna bring to you, (Yea) My Nigga! J Dilla... one of the most slept on (ok!) Patta Tay, Patta Tay... I'm a sign yo pitty on the runney kine! And pass it to my man [VERSE 1:] J Dilla Holla! Get it, Poppin of from the bottles to the collars Clap hands, nigga... Get live with your mans nigga It's thee Official... hands in the air let me see them wrist glow Turn me up another notch in your system You say you want the hot shit then listen Madlib... and J Deezy Doin it like we doing it for tv And you don't wanna change the dial World premier niggas rearrange your styles Should have never been allowed in the game All ya'll fake gangsters out We shut it down like the enemy I know all my real niggas feeling me Official [BRIDGE:] Time for some real niggas in the game It's, The Official Who let Mad and Dilla in the gate It's Thee Official Bringin that shit since back in the days It's the Official Official [x8] [VERSE 2:] Ok... Out we the old and in with the new shit Quick to tighten the faces Of niggas who catch cases of loose lips Shut tit up... shut tit up! Or see some real live nigga nuttin up! And I don't be around the way Like I used to I don't have time these days I keeping busy makin power moves I don't fuck with them coward dudes I keeps it bouncing when the P.I's wanna Wish for death, I'm C Bronson It's whatever it's however you l Think a nigga trying to move ahead of you then you right We gon take this back, nigga You already know, Jay spit that It's Official Time for some real niggas in the game It's Official Who let Mad and Dilla in the gate It's the Official Bringing that shit since back in the days It's the official Official |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
[Scratching for ten seconds]
Madlib turn the strings up My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up You won't need your heat this time around I spits fire, it's like the rounds are rounds In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggaz Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick If you want the truth then that's just it Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick We all act, can we get them balls back I keeps it simple as well as complicated Jaylib for service, just compensate us I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips Caked rockin gators It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B. Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire [scratching for a bit] Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists Only the ones who need to learn and listen Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons You heard me~? ! Beats and rhymes so dirty Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up Jaylib baby don't forget the name How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips And who said producers ain't supposed to rap They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps Better not run them jibs or fibs no more We pullin plugs so haters ("can't live no more") [scratching to end] |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
Aight now I'm tryin to get this money man
We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up Right? AIGHT? ! God damn! {After the heist takes place} Oh shit man~! All because of cash Fuck, now I'm mashin on the gas Left a nigga with a gash This is worse than the last Man still chasin rainbows now I'm in the 8th position Feelin mad stressed, stuck up on a mission wishin I took a different route, drinkin on Guinness Stout (Man the cops is comin we 'bout to go to jail!) Fuck that, I gotta be out No time to chicken out, all I want to see's my clout Then I go diggin out my honey, celebratin 'til she out {But back to reality! } I got a fatality and this bitch 'bout to rat on me Plus I got this gat on me Blood all splat on me, I fucked up his anatomy This bitch is 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me (Ay! Somebody's home! Ay) (Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson ratted you better split) Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn't work Fuck out this motherfucker Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin Pimpin, drug dealin, gun runnin plus body dumpin Hebron pumpin in my arm for the next heist But I gotta pop lips, even though she looks nice Or else I'm a pay the price, gotta get an alibi Chasin rainbows, where the rain in my hair flows Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead, honeydip Over some dough and some Gucci, watch money flip Honey slip, I'm a lie, and say, it was Slick And if not Slick then it was probably Eric {Cause that nigga psycho too! } That's what I'm gon' have to do And that's word on my crew, but if she don't fall for it I'm a go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace Before the cops come for us - run, Forrest Forrest, run, hurry, try! Haul ass nigga Fuck |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
(feat. Percee P)
(A Jaylib exclusive... with MC Percee P) [Percee P:] I come on spittin, the song's hittin Before there were capon chickens different dons listened to me for advice Like I'm John, niggaz just left again, so I'm steppin in To catch wreck and when on my next kin'll be checks to spend that I'm exitin Perc' is nice, worth the price, every verse entice One of the most praised ministers to speak twice on the Earth since Christ Ideas delay of light years away from what's here I dare all my peers to slay Two grand, review and, your whole crew man The true fans, know who can, bring heat like in the Sudan black No games, style is fo{? }, verbal cocaine, like propane I blow brains bashin them no-name cats that flow lame Writes well, recite then there's a chance you might hear In the right air your worser nightmare after a sliced ear Perc' spit every verse with the worst shit known Disperse quit first clique tryin to front get they turf hit blown (Another Bronx to Detroit to L.A. connection for that ass) |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
Yo! {"I need the money") McNasty Presents
("For awesome amounts of dough") Yeah-yeah-yeah... ("I need the money") ("Awesome amounts of dough") ("I need the money") Turn it up ("I need - I need the money") [Common:] ("What money do to a n... ") Where you at? Ruff Draft muh'fucker ("I need the money") ("What money do to a n... ") ("Once again, I need the money") [J Dilla:] Yo, I'm thinkin of a master plan I'm blingin with the cash in hand I got a muh'fuckin right to shine nigga I paid my dues, I earned this cake I abuse I burn the paper the way I choose I gotta, handle my B.I., and I do And hold the T-I-N-Y tool With a mind of it's own, no tellin what it might do Mess with my loot and it might pop It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT~! And it's not the chance to take, just like it's not the answer Who out for the paper? Hands UP Lay back and pay that dancer Holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs Survival the name of the game, you wanna play? You wanna race don't wait for the bang! Let's go [Chorus:] Gotta go and get the money - worldwide, let's get it Gotta go and get the money - can't stop hustlin baby Gotta go and get the money - ("the money") it's for you Gotta go and get the dough - okay! Mo-ney [J Dilla:] (Gotta go and) get these nuts Yes it reads cheese or bust Dilla with the gangsta shit Now let me say it again, and say it with feeling Dilla with the gangsta shit~! Here to spit the flame Here to get the bank and split Here to twist the dank and hit it Here to twist the game, here to flip this change and spend it Down here in the valley of death we walk that Talk crap and wind up wet in the alley Survival, the name of the game And everywhere I go they play it the same So stay mindin your own and grind and roll Keep shinin, keep headlinin shows And get that dough let's eat my nigga Let's not be broke next week my nigga~! [Chorus:] Cause you know how we do when we get the money - so keep stackin your chips Gotta go and get the money - Dill' keep mackin your bitch Gotta go and get the money - don't stop, just do it Gotta go and get the dough - we gon' rock on and, yeah Gotta go and... on and, on, yeah Rock on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on... rock on [echoes and fades] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
Yo! {"I need the money") McNasty Presents
("For awesome amounts of dough") Yeah-yeah-yeah... ("I need the money") ("Awesome amounts of dough") ("I need the money") Turn it up ("I need - I need the money") [Common:] ("What money do to a n... ") Where you at? Ruff Draft muh'fucker ("I need the money") ("What money do to a n... ") ("Once again, I need the money") [J Dilla:] Yo, I'm thinkin of a master plan I'm blingin with the cash in hand I got a muh'fuckin right to shine nigga I paid my dues, I earned this cake I abuse I burn the paper the way I choose I gotta, handle my B.I., and I do And hold the T-I-N-Y tool With a mind of it's own, no tellin what it might do Mess with my loot and it might pop It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT~! And it's not the chance to take, just like it's not the answer Who out for the paper? Hands UP Lay back and pay that dancer Holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs Survival the name of the game, you wanna play? You wanna race don't wait for the bang! Let's go [Chorus:] Gotta go and get the money - worldwide, let's get it Gotta go and get the money - can't stop hustlin baby Gotta go and get the money - ("the money") it's for you Gotta go and get the dough - okay! Mo-ney [J Dilla:] (Gotta go and) get these nuts Yes it reads cheese or bust Dilla with the gangsta shit Now let me say it again, and say it with feeling Dilla with the gangsta shit~! Here to spit the flame Here to get the bank and split Here to twist the dank and hit it Here to twist the game, here to flip this change and spend it Down here in the valley of death we walk that Talk crap and wind up wet in the alley Survival, the name of the game And everywhere I go they play it the same So stay mindin your own and grind and roll Keep shinin, keep headlinin shows And get that dough let's eat my nigga Let's not be broke next week my nigga~! [Chorus:] Cause you know how we do when we get the money - so keep stackin your chips Gotta go and get the money - Dill' keep mackin your bitch Gotta go and get the money - don't stop, just do it Gotta go and get the dough - we gon' rock on and, yeah Gotta go and... on and, on, yeah Rock on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on... rock on [echoes and fades] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
Yo! {"I need the money") McNasty Presents
("For awesome amounts of dough") Yeah-yeah-yeah... ("I need the money") ("Awesome amounts of dough") ("I need the money") Turn it up ("I need - I need the money") [Common:] ("What money do to a n... ") Where you at? Ruff Draft muh'fucker ("I need the money") ("What money do to a n... ") ("Once again, I need the money") [J Dilla:] Yo, I'm thinkin of a master plan I'm blingin with the cash in hand I got a muh'fuckin right to shine nigga I paid my dues, I earned this cake I abuse I burn the paper the way I choose I gotta, handle my B.I., and I do And hold the T-I-N-Y tool With a mind of it's own, no tellin what it might do Mess with my loot and it might pop It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT~! And it's not the chance to take, just like it's not the answer Who out for the paper? Hands UP Lay back and pay that dancer Holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs Survival the name of the game, you wanna play? You wanna race don't wait for the bang! Let's go [Chorus:] Gotta go and get the money - worldwide, let's get it Gotta go and get the money - can't stop hustlin baby Gotta go and get the money - ("the money") it's for you Gotta go and get the dough - okay! Mo-ney [J Dilla:] (Gotta go and) get these nuts Yes it reads cheese or bust Dilla with the gangsta shit Now let me say it again, and say it with feeling Dilla with the gangsta shit~! Here to spit the flame Here to get the bank and split Here to twist the dank and hit it Here to twist the game, here to flip this change and spend it Down here in the valley of death we walk that Talk crap and wind up wet in the alley Survival, the name of the game And everywhere I go they play it the same So stay mindin your own and grind and roll Keep shinin, keep headlinin shows And get that dough let's eat my nigga Let's not be broke next week my nigga~! [Chorus:] Cause you know how we do when we get the money - so keep stackin your chips Gotta go and get the money - Dill' keep mackin your bitch Gotta go and get the money - don't stop, just do it Gotta go and get the dough - we gon' rock on and, yeah Gotta go and... on and, on, yeah Rock on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on... rock on [echoes and fades] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
Yo! {"I need the money") McNasty Presents
("For awesome amounts of dough") Yeah-yeah-yeah... ("I need the money") ("Awesome amounts of dough") ("I need the money") Turn it up ("I need - I need the money") [Common:] ("What money do to a n... ") Where you at? Ruff Draft muh'fucker ("I need the money") ("What money do to a n... ") ("Once again, I need the money") [J Dilla:] Yo, I'm thinkin of a master plan I'm blingin with the cash in hand I got a muh'fuckin right to shine nigga I paid my dues, I earned this cake I abuse I burn the paper the way I choose I gotta, handle my B.I., and I do And hold the T-I-N-Y tool With a mind of it's own, no tellin what it might do Mess with my loot and it might pop It might lock, it might not, it might SHOOT~! And it's not the chance to take, just like it's not the answer Who out for the paper? Hands UP Lay back and pay that dancer Holla if you ever been placed in handcuffs Survival the name of the game, you wanna play? You wanna race don't wait for the bang! Let's go [Chorus:] Gotta go and get the money - worldwide, let's get it Gotta go and get the money - can't stop hustlin baby Gotta go and get the money - ("the money") it's for you Gotta go and get the dough - okay! Mo-ney [J Dilla:] (Gotta go and) get these nuts Yes it reads cheese or bust Dilla with the gangsta shit Now let me say it again, and say it with feeling Dilla with the gangsta shit~! Here to spit the flame Here to get the bank and split Here to twist the dank and hit it Here to twist the game, here to flip this change and spend it Down here in the valley of death we walk that Talk crap and wind up wet in the alley Survival, the name of the game And everywhere I go they play it the same So stay mindin your own and grind and roll Keep shinin, keep headlinin shows And get that dough let's eat my nigga Let's not be broke next week my nigga~! [Chorus:] Cause you know how we do when we get the money - so keep stackin your chips Gotta go and get the money - Dill' keep mackin your bitch Gotta go and get the money - don't stop, just do it Gotta go and get the dough - we gon' rock on and, yeah Gotta go and... on and, on, yeah Rock on and, we don't quit Rock on and on and on and Rock on and, yeah! Rock on and... on and... on... rock on [echoes and fades] |
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from J Dilla 2집 - The Shining (2006)
(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] |
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from J Dilla - The Shining Instrument (2007)
(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] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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] |
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[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] |
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[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] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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] |
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[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] |
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[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] |
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[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] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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] |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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] |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
[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 |
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[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 |
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[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 |
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[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 |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
"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... |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
"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... |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
"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... |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
"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... |
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from J Dilla 2집 - The Shining (2006)
(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...) |
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from J Dilla - The Shining Instrument (2007)
(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...) |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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~? ") |
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from J Dilla - Ruff Draft (2003)
[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~? ") |
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from Jaylib - Champion Sound (2003)
"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] |
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from J Dilla 2집 - The Shining (2006)
(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 |
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from J Dilla - The Shining Instrument (2007)
(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 |
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