• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Red - Jaylib
• The Official - Jaylib
• The Mission - Jaylib
• The Heist - Jaylib
• The Exclusive - Jaylib
• Raw Shit - Jaylib
• Nowadayz - Jaylib
• Mcnasty Filth - Jaylib
• Louder - Jaylib
• L.a. To Detroit - Jaylib
• Heavy (chronic Mix) - Jaylib
• Heavy - Jaylib
• Da Rawkus (sir Bang Version) - Jaylib
• Champion Sound - Jaylib
• Champion Sound - Complete Set - Jaylib

[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"

[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

[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")

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

(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

[Intro:]
Feel it
Yeah
Check it now
With these saints
Feel it
Come on [x4]
Reconize
Kweli
Jaylib
Collapse
Yo [x2]
Yeah [x2]
Turn it up
Yes [x2]
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Now everybody, just gather around
Cause all we want to do is, just get on down
You like my sound, bro
I know you do too, on the down low
I'm fuckin' with you
Now everybody say, I love
(I love)
That raw shit
(that raw shit)
I like it
(I like it)
I love it
(I love it)
Say, I love
(I love)
That raw shit
(that raw shit)
I like it
(I like it)
I loves it
(I loves it)
Here we go
[Verse 1: Jaylib]
It's j.a.y l.I.b killa dog hold tha track
Hold tha backs like ya backs amongst the raps
Hold tha mac
(so, what's your roll in this music)
I have the same questions
I'm just trying to create new composition
In debate, the reinnastate, a paperweight
To rennovate, techniplate, and immigrate
And playahate, lay your face, we keep it live
When we roll, cause we call, comming in, stereo
On the phone, get the ho, everywhere we go
And if not, nigga please on your mom
Trigger squeeze, under these,
While I fuck up one of these,
Like, no dose, coke up in ya nose
Some weed up in ya lungs,
The heroin in your vains
You know, sober just by saying the name
It's all up in, all up in this game
So, what up ma comming with me
It's the j.a.y l.I.b
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Now everybody let's gather around
Cause all we want to do is, just get on down now
I like the sound, bro
I know you do too, cause on the down low
I'm fuckin' with you
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
From the front to tha back
People jump to tha track
Cause they pumpin' like crack
Cause it's funk in the back
Cause the trunk gettin' track
Jump off, run back
Come back, cause they like that raw shit,
They want that, jump back when I kiss myself
And jay's crown, got to lay down
It's not the same sound, it's not the playground
We hot, to spray around, shot the plane down
Got the place around, you held hostage,
Two is get down shit, J.D, Madlib,
Who I get down with, sounds figger then cheap
Rockin' the brown, nigga, put it down,
When I get around, my advertary is crown
[Chorus: Talib Kweli]
Now everybody, let's gather around
Cause all we want to do is, just get on down
I like the sound, bro
I know you do too, cause on the down low
I'm fuckin' with you
[Outro:]
Yeah
Dilla
Madlib
Kweli

[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

Ugh... yea come on
[Frank:]
It's Frank Nitty in the place to be
With J - D to the ILLA and the L.I.B
So let me see you touch the sky
Let me see you raise them hands up high
[J Dilla:]
Madlib, Frank, Dank, Dilla
Chasing paper blazin up in this bitch
We raise up the stakes
A little bit and SHUT SHIT DOWN
Tone to chrome to the zone?
[Dank:]
You need to put your hands up
Is what you need to do
Plus niggas got game like the Ps2
It's Dankery off and here bout to set it
Things looked charged in here bout to let it go
[Frank:]
Back and Forth like a big ol ass
I'm a mack of course that's a big ol ass
Got me up in this muthafucker
I am in this muthafucker
[J Dilla:]
Yea nigga!
D.I.L... A the man the myth
The plan is to get the grands
And cause panic when I spit that
It's that bout it, bout it
Niggas thinking they hot but it's not
It's...
[Dank:]
It's Dank Hard looking for hoes
The ones that working it hard
I'm looking for those
So they can shake their ass for us
I told ya'll in McNasty trust
[Frank:]
We got bitches, weed and blunts
We go with the fall guys leading stunts
Cause players is out here doing their thing
I told what McNasty brings
[J Dilla:]
It's gangsta we all chasing scrilla
Bet your ass, that it's not a game
We real ghetto with the
Filth, flawn, flawn, filth
Hittin em hard with the bars that I spit
[Frank-N-Dank:]
It's Frank-N-Dank
You know who it is
Rocking over tracks with Dilla
And my nigga Madlib
Cause we are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Madlib:]
It's Frank, Dank, Dilla
Chasing paper, blazing up in this bitch
So raise up the stakes nigga
[Frank-N-Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Madlib:]
It's Frank, Dank & J Deezy
With Madlib colabin'
To bringin that heat to blast nigga
[Frank-N-Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[J Dilla:]
And we gets dirty
Like we bred and crispy
Stripin away your pride
We get busy with the
Pat Banis Madlib
And J to the Frank
And mad is at it again
And we got those chickens
Plus the flow is sick
Known for the pimpin
Hoes blow the dick
When I pop collars
Drop dollas, hop, hoppin
In and out of 2000 plus caddys
And blazin that ism
Bangin that boomin system
Jeep volume, feets tallin
Jeep crawlin, we ballin
Told ya'll before not to play me out the gate
Gettin cake and rocking chains
Making nigga, NV, tens beating
Takin the game like Vincent C, nigga
[Frank:]
Wack niggas go straight to the back
Cause we all up in here
Don't know how to react when
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Frank:]
All ladies go straight to the front
Cause we're real playalistic
We know what you want when
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka

A little louder!
A little louder!
A little louder!
Blast your radio theme!
Blast, blast your radio theme!
Blast, blast your radio theme!
Blast your radio theme!
Here we go!
... imperial
... cause I don't wanna catch no...
... like stamping on the...
Get your paper...
This beat is like voodoo on a stick,
I'll get you hard like voodoo on a vic,
You can beat your last dollar or you can...
I'm a beat the nigger walking now,.. the collar.
... take all that, you!
[Chorus:]
All the ladies:
A little louder!
A little louder!
A little louder!
All my niggers:
A little louder!
A little louder!
A little louder!
All the ladies, let's go!
A little louder!
A little louder!
A little louder!
All my niggers, let's go!
A little louder!
A little louder!
A little louder!
It's like jumping the outta space
I smoked the weeds, my niggers fucked without...
We're getting wrong cause we're looking for another base,
Let them go, niggers, don't leave with...
How we do?
... Cadillacs,
... to the ear, till you...
Till you... cause we're trying to get better stacks,
Put your hands together for some... cats
... drum then we add the claps,
... turn it up to the max.
Bumping in your car at home or in your...
So ladies go:
A little louder!
And all my niggers go:
A little louder!
[Chorus:]
All the ladies say:
A little louder!
And all my niggers go:
A little louder!

"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...

[J Dilla:]
Weigh a ton in this m'uhfucker
Yeah, heavy bass hittin, from heavyweighters
Heavy cake gettin, it's heavy player
Every day, another buck, another hustle
Cakin up, rake in ducks by the busloads
Wakin up, gotta go for the gusto
Ain't shit up but showin how to touch mo'
All day the show we chase dough
Gotta bankroll thick like the dutch stank roll
MAN UP~! My real niggaz stand up, let's get
[scratched: "FUNKY"] Chase that fetti
And get big faces, let's get ready
("Ain't it crunchy") So heavy, so cold
Might wanna grab that Pelle already it's
[scratched: "FUNKY"] Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
[J Dilla:]
Easy get it up, smoke with me weed mayne
How them greens layin, twist it and puff
Heavy smoke from the spliff in the truck
Steady tokin it, I ain't lifted enough
This real [scratched: "FUNKY"]
Heavy off the chronic, straight bubonic
Blaze if you got it ("Ain't it funky")
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
And put it down like no other (BROTHER)
You ain't never heard real live shit, only clones of us
Better learn and beware of the firm
So hot, play it loud, might get a burn
You get it right and you might get your turn
If not, as far as I am concerned
I'm here to take it back while I make a stack
And shut it down for them muh'fuckers fakin jacks
[Chorus:]
It's real [scratched: "FUNKY"]
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
[J Dilla:]
("Ain't it funky! ")
Yeah gimme that Big Mac shit, go heavy on the gator
With the supersized shake for the haters
Mad Dilla, or combo #1
Knock 'em out the box like Apollo did in I
To Mini-Mes all that followin is done, it's 'bout to get
[scratched: "FUNKY, crunchy"] Just like the piece on the chain
That swings in the Jeep with the bang it's
[scratched: "FUNKY"] Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
All my live bitches drop it like it's hot bitch
Booty wigglin and wobblin while you pop it
All that ass in your Ashley Stewarts
That's just how McNasty do it ("one time feel it")
Heavy, mo' heav' than Heav' D
Rockin the chain to make 'em envy
It's still Frank-N-Dank and then me
Collab'n with mad to bangin MC's
[Chorus]
[J Dilla:]
[scratched: "FUNKY"]
Yeah, I told you

[martial arts fighting sounds, shit breaking]
{"Heavy" - [echoes]}
[J Dilla:]
Weigh a ton in this m'uhfucker
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Yeah, heavy bass hittin, from heavyweighters
Heavy cake gettin, it's heavy player
Every day, another buck, another hustle
Cakin up, rake in ducks by the busloads
Wakin up, gotta go for the gusto
Ain't shit up but showin how to touch mo'
All day the show we chase dough
Gotta bankroll thick like the dutch stank roll
MAN UP~! My real niggaz stand up, let's get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
And chase that fetti
Get big faces, let's get ready
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
So heavy, so cold
Might wanna grab that Pelle already it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
[J Dilla:]
Get it up, smoke with me weed mayne
How them greens layin, twist it and puff
Heavy smoke from the spliff in the truck
Steady tokin it, I ain't lifted enough, this real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Heavy off the chronic, straight bubonic
Blaze if you got it
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
And put it down like no other
You ain't never heard real live shit, only clones of us
Better learn and beware of the firm
So hot, play it loud, might get a burn
You get it right and you might get your turn
If not, as far as I am concerned
I'm here to take it back while I make a stack
And shut it down for them muh'fuckers fakin jacks
[Chorus:]
It's real
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Ready for the streets
Turn it up, go heavy on the beat this
[J Dilla:]
Yeah gimme that Big Mac shit, go heavy on the gator
With the supersized shake for the haters
Mad Dilla, or combo #1
Knock 'em out the box like Apollo did in I
To Mini-Mes all that followin is done, it's 'bout to get
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Just like the piece on the chain
That swings in the Jeep with the bang it's
("Heavy heavy heavy heavy... " [echoes])
Can't lift it up
Dilla Dawg, Madlib 'bout to pick it up
All my live bitches drop it like it's hot bitch
Booty wigglin and wobblin while you pop it
All that ass in your Ashley Stewarts
That's just how McNasty do it
Heavy, mo' heav' than Heav' D
Rockin the chain to make 'em envy
It's still Frank-N-Dank and then me
Collab'n with mad to bangin MC's
[Chorus]
[J Dilla:]
Yeah, I told you
Weigh a ton in this motherfucker~!

[25 seconds of a concert slowly fading to open]
You rollin? YOU ROLLIN? !
[Intro:]
Yeah here I is again, that's me
And there's you, and I dig all you cats out there
Talkin up that fine juice, and pattin each other on the back
And tellin each other, who the greatest cat in the world is
Cause they gon' get it STRAIGHT~!
If they can't straighten it, they know a cat that knows a cat
That's gon' get it straight, well I'm gonna put a cat on you
Yeah
[J Dilla:]
J Dilla, Madlib collab'
Take cats in the back in the lab
(Yeah, c'mon, niggaz, bankroll out)
(Uhh, pop somethin, smoke somethin, drink somethin, huh!)
J Dilla, Madlib collab'
Take cats in the back in the lab
And dangerous with pens and pads
I don't even really need to ad-lib the rap
Better fix your traps, or you'll get sah-lapped
By a nigga in a Piston cap
Detroit players, pimps and macks here
We live this, you whack, then it's a wrap
And niggaz ain't with that distant crap
So don't spit it, I spit back tit for tat
And please don't twist the facts, I'm back in this
To shut down the game, to switch it Jack
Then shake shit up, twist the cap
Now I'm all over the place, get the picture snap
Y'all better beware m'uhfuckers
And y'all better prepare for da rawkus
[Interlude:]
Yeah, you know how a nigga brang it
Yo, it's veterans up in this muh'fucker
Yeah, so what, let's get loud
Drink somethin, feel it y'all
C'MON!
[J Dilla:]
J Dilla, Madlib collab'
Take cats in the back in the lab
Heavy like Chevys, and built to last
You ain't built to last, you will collapse
Shoulda did your math, get ready to feel the wrath
When Dill' and Lib attack
Better come real with that, nigga chill the yappin
What you rap ain't filled with facts
If it ain't real don't deal with that
Here to shut down the game and still I'm mad
With the rough-ass brillo pad shit
Live on it when I fire I will react
We out tryin to fill our fists with scratch
So after you get the dick, get the picture snap
Y'all better beware m'uhfuckers
And y'all better prepare for da rawkus
[Outro:]
Where the party at, c'mon
Push 'em up, yeah
It's all on us, yeah
Y'all free tonight, how y'all feelin
Pull up in the club and show somethin
Show some love tonight yeah
Let me see that bankroll c'mon y'all
Spend some money yeah, y'all know what this is

"This one is hot and shizzling! "
[Verse 1: Dilla]
Get up in it... (What!)
Start her up... (What!)
Get her washed dogg, primiarmourup! (What!)
Big wheels, cadillac grilled up... (What!)
Keep your Esc cause daddys got the Dilla... (What!)
Custom, plus them... (What!)
22's but you say what's them? (What!)
3rd row, square 10's... (What!)
I let the bass hit so they wear in... (What!)
So loud, (What!) roll out... (What!)
Tint the windows with the of hydro cloud... (What!)
Big trucks, best when it's cold out... (What!)
Hear me pulling up in front of yo' house... (What!)
When I hops in, it gets to choppin'
All jeep nigga's keep it knockin'... (What!)
[Verse 2: Dilla]
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)
(What!)
Yea, come alive nigga's, ugh
Here we go... (What!)
Another Chapter... (What!)
I ain't lickin no, neck no back... (What!)
Better get my nuts, my sac... (What!)
Whether in my truck, my pad... (What!)
My live thug nigga's no what I mean... (What!)
A live bitch that's what I need... (What!)
And I ain't about to spend no money on her... (What!)
Nothing mo' than a hundred on her... (What!)
To the stripper and runnin on her... (What!)
In a minute I'll be cummin on her... (What!)
That's it... like that quick... (What!)

Ugh... yea come on
[Frank:]
It's Frank Nitty in the place to be
With J - D to the ILLA and the L.I.B
So let me see you touch the sky
Let me see you raise them hands up high
[J Dilla:]
Madlib, Frank, Dank, Dilla
Chasing paper blazin up in this bitch
We raise up the stakes
A little bit and SHUT SHIT DOWN
Tone to chrome to the zone?
[Dank:]
You need to put your hands up
Is what you need to do
Plus niggas got game like the Ps2
It's Dankery off and here bout to set it
Things looked charged in here bout to let it go
[Frank:]
Back and Forth like a big ol ass
I'm a mack of course that's a big ol ass
Got me up in this muthafucker
I am in this muthafucker
[J Dilla:]
Yea nigga!
D.I.L... A the man the myth
The plan is to get the grands
And cause panic when I spit that
It's that bout it, bout it
Niggas thinking they hot but it's not
It's...
[Dank:]
It's Dank Hard looking for hoes
The ones that working it hard
I'm looking for those
So they can shake their ass for us
I told ya'll in McNasty trust
[Frank:]
We got bitches, weed and blunts
We go with the fall guys leading stunts
Cause players is out here doing their thing
I told what McNasty brings
[J Dilla:]
It's gangsta we all chasing scrilla
Bet your ass, that it's not a game
We real ghetto with the
Filth, flawn, flawn, filth
Hittin em hard with the bars that I spit
[Frank-N-Dank:]
It's Frank-N-Dank
You know who it is
Rocking over tracks with Dilla
And my nigga Madlib
Cause we are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Madlib:]
It's Frank, Dank, Dilla
Chasing paper, blazing up in this bitch
So raise up the stakes nigga
[Frank-N-Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Madlib:]
It's Frank, Dank & J Deezy
With Madlib colabin'
To bringin that heat to blast nigga
[Frank-N-Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[J Dilla:]
And we gets dirty
Like we bred and crispy
Stripin away your pride
We get busy with the
Pat Banis Madlib
And J to the Frank
And mad is at it again
And we got those chickens
Plus the flow is sick
Known for the pimpin
Hoes blow the dick
When I pop collars
Drop dollas, hop, hoppin
In and out of 2000 plus caddys
And blazin that ism
Bangin that boomin system
Jeep volume, feets tallin
Jeep crawlin, we ballin
Told ya'll before not to play me out the gate
Gettin cake and rocking chains
Making nigga, NV, tens beating
Takin the game like Vincent C, nigga
[Frank:]
Wack niggas go straight to the back
Cause we all up in here
Don't know how to react when
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Frank:]
All ladies go straight to the front
Cause we're real playalistic
We know what you want when
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka
[Dank:]
We are in this muthafucka
We are in this muthafucka