歌词
Yo man you here dat you here dat ******t man
Like what the ****** is this
Hey look at this what kinda luck is this
Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my ******z
Only haters holler they can't feel us
Wanna get looser then we?
But just gonna be a looser to me and Dilla
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 ******z ****** turn it up
Y'all ******z must be outta head if ya sister made it up to the bed
Yo what was that you said right there what was that?
Mr. Leadway, instant replay, instant relay
Instant MC, Producer, and DJ
I do this ******t 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 ****** wildlight, wildlife, hannibal, cannibals
What what else? Um, male fascists, womanizers
Nymphos, ******z in disguises
Ah what else? Fine women that like pretty women
Some ****** women, some ****** woman, mostly ******' women
Y'all ******z must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed
Uh, get ready, let's go