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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~? ") |
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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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[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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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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[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:]
(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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[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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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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[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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[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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