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(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!!! |
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(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 |
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(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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(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] |
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(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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(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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(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] |
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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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