| Woo! |
| Yeah, uh-huh
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| Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby
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| Brand new, world premier
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| Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg
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| Jay Dee, yeah
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| Bring your crew dawgs
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| I got a crew we call cake boys — why? |
| Cause we like to get dough
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| The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low
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| Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet
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| Spit shit on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_
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| When y’all need heat, just check the credits
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| Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx
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| Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks
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| Goin up in four months, need at least a buck
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| The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter
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| Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!)
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| And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta
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| Smoke ya like the welcome poster
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| And Dilla got killers that’ll gat your boy like Reese’s pop
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| Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy
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| When these two niggas collab', these niggas collapse
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| Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at’cha boy
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| Yeah, I spit fire at that ass
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| Many often wonder will hip-hop still last
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| Cause I’m the one they call the Boy Wonder
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| Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggas, know how I feel-a
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| Yo, this is not child’s play
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| Similar to a gat when my mind spray
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| I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun
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| I lunge at you niggas with a bolo punch
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| It’s the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control
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| Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL
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| Relax, let me spark the L
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| And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel
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| When I rock what’s real niggas appeal to that
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| 13 in the game, makin classic rap
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| And stay elusive, a lot of y’all fake-ass niggas
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| Wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this
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| Music, #1 sound, overground
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| Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound
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| And avoid these clowns and let real niggas know
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| Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh
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| — repeat 2X |