J Dilla - Outro (Dark Sky Paradise) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah [Verse] Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no, I never pooled that You know I always like the best, roll it up and pull that Now baby, don't get too deep on me, I might have to pull back I got weed rolled, drinks po'd if you wanna do that And I be in and out of love, the OGs be like true that Cause you know sometimes man, that sh** can get way too irritating Say the wrong thing to the right girl, you might not make it Dark skin with a lightskin girl like Taye Diggs And you go from tryna save her to her taking your savings And when she do, man, watch how them b**hes sh** talk Wonder how they would feel if our lives got criss-crossed What if you lost your homie and you felt like Kriss Kross? Double cross, I swear that Christians don't even get this crossed Talk so much sh** that a n***a pissed off She talk so much that she done f**ing made my dick soft Pushing all my bu*tons, this ain't f**ing pinball I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw Sometimes you hit a lick, sometimes you get ripped off Sometimes you gotta sit, sometimes it's time for lift-off Sometimes I just shut up and let my wrist talk It be like "we don't got time for bullsh**, dawg" You know I'm 1 of 1, just like the prototype You look like the "um, you owe me" type Oh, hardly never taking pictures, not the photo type, no Please don't Instagram this sh** and be up on me like "Oh, you owe me likes" Man, I swear these b**hes don't know what the f** is more important to em The more I kick philosophy, the more I'm boring to em The more champagne I pop, the more I'm pouring to em I just hope that's not the only single thing that's going through em I hop up on a beat like it's the '08 me When we was riding four deep, boy, no AC Headed to the game for okay seats Now I'm courtside at OKC, I know KD And all these singing b**hes know me like do-ray-mi Fa-so-la-ti-do but dough come first No late fees, Kool-Aid smile, Colgate teeth The bigger that I get, the more I need shrinks I be in and out of cars like a f**ing crash dummy Spending money till it's dizzy but I still stash something, you know But I'm tryna get that real real money, like um White people with a black son And first time I met Oprah, that was motivation Went from standing in court to starting up a corporation Went so hard last night that we made the morning paper Plus my girl's rated R, all your hoes overrated, damn n***as say I changed, how they damn how they do Say I'm hard to get in contact with, oh, is that true? But what about now? 313 515-8772, b**h, call me