[Madlib]
Keeps it poppin like West coast in '83
When we was bumpin Slave, Rick James and Lady T
My man with the East coast taste from Red Alert
Pete Rock, Marley Marl, put-tin in work
On the West we had Julio G on KDAY
Mixmaster Michael mixin more in his heyday
Rob 1 droppin sh** so n***as could break
All my real n***as - all a n***a wanna do is get cake
All them other n***as - all a n***a wanna do is be fake
But now - oh sh**, damn I'm goin to another wake
Remember, 'bout the times in school
When we made a fool of ourselves to impress a girl, tryin to be cool
Ohh, some n***as gettin sprung on coke
I'm like oh, young n***as gettin sprung off {*BLAM*}
Oh sh**! Some n***as never learnin the ropes
Ropes...
[Scratching]
Keep this hustling up
I'm f**ing you up
Talk all that
f** all that
Hardcore new V.R
Mathematic, here in Cali, rally
Dirty, I can't help it
I been an addict
[Reggae voice]
Believe me! All ma**ive an' all crew line up
They can't get we out
[Madlib]
(Who that n***a over there man?)
n***as lookin over here like sh** is sweet
All day mad cause a n***a said his sh** is weak
Askin for a true opinion, get mad when a n***a speak
I ain't got no time for that sh**, I already figure the n***a's weak
You can't even trust your own best friend or your man and them
Cause them n***as only worry about the sh** you handin them
sh**, all a n***a wanna do is get cake
All a n***a wanna do is be fake
Look around, all snakes, for heaven sakes
Buried with fake, I carry it hate, made in every state
Rock, ohh, ohh, uhh
Dilla Dawg
Madlib
Yeah
Ohh~! Ohh~! Dilla
[Scratching]
Let's build on it
Vintage Cadillac with the grill fronted
Totin in the BM-Dub
Tell them players I'm the GM
[Reggae voice]
Believe me! That is the wickedest sound
That player had in him then use..
Down with all ma**ive and all crew line up
They can't get we out
When it come to championship - yes we 'ave it
And when it come to dignitary
{*speaking too fast to translate*}