J Dilla - The Pitch lyrics

[Verse 1: Pos] A Nubian sprocket is the one Plug One, cut the cap Forward is the marcher of the chant Now to the clan, unless you slept Willy to the Wonka of the feast Smoke your blunts, but close your drapes And if we get fined by police Don't sweat it, yo, I got papes Toxic is the talk that I tell The note be held by the lady who's fat Chris made the dope beat for no Bo Peeps And you can't beat that, that's a fact [Hook] He's no batter, he's no batter, batter He's no batter, he's no batter (Here comes the pitch) [Verse 2: Dave] Swingin' with that good old step It's Plus Dos, groove a gut On gets by when it's kept Three miles to my strut Forgivin' them fools that's false I cook goose, serve a plate Position is never at a loss No cost, no relate See Dave's got a badge of his own Cause the link in the life got slack I'm lick it down to the Tootsie Pop And you can't beat that with a bat [Hook] [Outro] Swing, yea This how we do it, De La y'all We just ride, and take the train, take the train Take the train, take the train Take the train, take the train