J Dilla - Thru Ya City lyrics

Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh, ohh We talkin bout [D.V. Alias Khrist] Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} [Pos] I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won I drop a certified gem, for him and her Knockin on your radio, like the Crash Crew Ask whoever you want - I'm managin the funk on the paper Outside of that we pull capers for days Ridin throughout the maze of street, while we blaze the beat Watchin the sweet things wiggle they bu*t To Plug Three, on the cut, movin on ya what- -ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin our point, to ya position Rippin stages with my thought coalition Carryin on, eradicate all your stress mode Just another episode through these area codes We bankin on [D.V. Alias Khrist] Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Hmmm.. [Pos] It's the hot-ness, talked about but never seen Like the Loch-Ness, til ya cop this; drop it inside your vein And like a train, we be runnin throughout your legs and arms You're high off our talent and charm Check the caliber - this be a smash Like some food on stage for Gallagher Wear ya bib, cause it's messy n***as schemin on my +Girl+ as if my name was +Jesse+ Watch your manners! Now let me pa** it off to Dave Banner [Dove] Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue Small talkin in the big city, it's all about gettin the coins Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin They sportin a dot com Viet marker bomb On your metro - MARTA order iron horse Yo take the cross and meet a n***a at the butcher I'm cuttin your girl - we on a world tour Supplyin your bloodstream with nothin but the pure uncut, in ya [D.V. Alias Khrist] Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. mmmm.. Freak freak freak freak the funk the funk the funk the funk Funk freak the freak the freak the freak the freak the freak Freak freak the funk freak freak the funk [Dove] We ain't walkin on a yellow brick road These streets stay red and bloody kid Study your code, so you can easily pa** I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation If you crossin my line, n***a do the same I' guaranteed to run through and prove the game Ain't bigger than the pieces in it You see the pieces in it had me stuck travellin one side of map Clappin hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap Long hauls and livin out a suitcase man Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man Ain't nuttin better than explorin the outskirts Especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on, and it's on [D.V. Alias Khrist] Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Mmmm.. Hot times, runnin thru ya city If you miss it now it'll sho' be a pity We got - hot times, runnin thru ya city.. {*echoes*} Mmhmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmm.. [Pos + Dove going "Ohhh ohh, ohh OHH ohh ohh" every 2 lines] Yo - it's like, the Mercenary gettin down And we got, Dave Banner gettin down And we got, Maseo gettin down And of course, my n***a Eno gettin down And we got, Jay Dee gettin down (say word y'all) And of course, the Slum V gettin down And we got my man Khrist gettin down And we got, Com Sense gettin down And we got, N.D. gettin down You know Troy Hightower gettin down And we got, C. Smith gettin down And my n***a, Dave West gettin down..