Альбом J Dilla

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[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~? ")

[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!

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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]

[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

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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"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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Sex, sex! Freaks, freaks!

[J Dilla:]
'Bout to get nasty in this muh'f...
Where my freaks at? Uhh, get live with it
Yeah, uhh, let's go

If you wanna f...k all night let me hear you say
I wanna f...k all night right now
(I wanna f...k all night!)
Yeah! I wanna f...k all night, let's do it
(I wanna f...k all night!) Clean it up
I wanna crush all night right now UHH~!
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin, yeahhh
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin
(I wanna crush all night!)

This is for my n...z and my nymphos
Non-stop bangin like a Dilla instrumental

Uhh, yeah turn it up in your whip boy
Catch a glimpse of the 5th turnin up in the strip joints
Cause if you know what I know
My dick stay half-baked so b...h you know what I wrote
I have...and I don't wanna talk to no Sampson
I wanna...but don't let me stop you from dancin now momma
Fat booty workin it out
Keep twerkin it, DAMN~! She pullin up my shirt with it, WILD
You hurtin 'em girl, your - doin yo' thug thizzle
I'm feelin the Monie go right in the middle
She got a ticket or som'n, girl you somethin ridiculous
Can a brother f...k it or som'n?
F...k all the small talk, you got some friends we can all walk
Dilla dawg'll party with all y'all
S...t, we fixin to get live
Bounce hit the horn then Nitti get inside
And then we off like that
Doin 85 while she hit me off like that, yeahhhh

We gon' f...k all night
If you wanna f...k all night long let me hear you say
I wanna f...k all night right now uhh
(I wanna f...k all night!)
Yeah! I wanna f...k all night, let's do it
(I wanna f...k all night!) Clean it up
I wanna crush all night, let's go!
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin, yeahhh
(I wanna crush all night!) Keep crushin
(I wanna crush all night!)

This is for the bitties that's 'bout it 'bout it
Whether goin to college or the city to drop it
I got somethin for ya, it's only chump change
You know me, jump in the Range and hit the buttons for ya
Uhh, I rolls out like I'm Luda
With the crew and, roll up buy her the buddha
Let's do the damn thang, tryin to f...k us yo
We need a bust yo to let me and my mans bang
McNasty affair, come down to the D
We can hit the Key cause a lot of...s be in there, I tell ya!
I remember, nailin this bank teller in there
F...kin her friend now that's hookin her nails up
Bend it over momma, let me show you how I do Renee
It's McNasty, party with two a day
Let me give it to ya, you want Dilla to do ya it's done
Plus got a ridiculous booty it's on

That's how we like it y'all, and all
So if you want it all night let me hear you say
I wanna f...k all night right now OHH
(I wanna f...k all night!)
Yeah! I wanna f...k all night, let's do it
(I wanna f...k all night!) Clean it up
I wanna crush all night let's go
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin
(I wanna crush all night!) Keep crushin, yeahhh
(I wanna crush all night!) Keep crushin, uh-huh
(I wanna crush all night!) Keep crushin, yeahhhh~!
(I wanna crush all night!) Ah keep crushin
Uhh, yeahhh
Ruff Draft muh'fu...

[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... uhh
Brand new
It's long awaited, yeah
I'm back~!
Shut it down
It's a whole lot of imitatin goin on
But we gon' take it back
To the basement, raw shit
Straight loops, fuck it
Yeah
Detroit
For my real niggaz only
Uhh
So dirty
Straight cassette shit, UHH~!
YEAH!
Let's get live with it

[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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(Baby!) [x2]

[J Dilla:]
A Tribe Called Quest (baby!) Rock on
Com Sense, rock on
Amadou, rock on and
Loot Pack, rock rock on
Calloway (baby!) Rock on
Guil' Simpson, rock on and
P-Dub, rock rock on
Fat Killahz, rock rock on
Secret City (baby!) Rock on
Big Proof, rock rock on and
S.C., rock rock on
Slum Village, rock on
5-9 (baby!) Rock on baby
Tex Murda, rock rock on
Philly Frank, rock rock on
And, D'Angelo, rock rock on
Redman (baby!) Rock on
And, Big Fuzz, rock rock on
Nas Boogie, rock rock on
The Neptunes, rock rock on and
White Boy (baby!) Rock on
Mike Move, rock rock on
BlackStar, rock rock on and
J5, rock rock on and
We all swoll (baby!) Yeah
Uhh

(Baby!)

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