J Dilla - n***az Know lyrics

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