J Dilla - Reckless Driving (instrumental) lyrics

[19 seconds of ad libs to start] [J Dilla:] Turn me up, a little louder Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up Let's go! This only for my real n***as Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it Stink pink gators, my Detroit players Game like A out of 'toire, these boys hate us We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it Party up, get live with it Start it up, put it in drive and whip it Move, b**h! Get out the way I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes It's not the game, f**in n***as up Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~! "The Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom You ain't gotta wait to chop, the Dilla's got 'em Better get 'em, where you at bro? Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro Cake boys doin it big, we outta control This one is for the real n***as out on the roll Let's go! [Chorus: x2] Get live, reach for the sky For the real n***as with the beat in the ride You can turn your ba** up another notch if you want You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah! [J Dilla:] Makin your money, takin your money Overseas and in the states gettin money D sh** beats, the rhymes is dangerous Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em Turn that sh** up, let's make noise Jeep volume n***a, respect cake boys Deuce deuces, choppin lovely Too exclusive for you when we mob in the Jeeps Get it up and, crack-a-lack-in In our trucks mayne, that's what's happening Flossin baby we off the chain I love when the sunlight reflects off the blades Damn~! Where you at with it? Let 'em know now Big puff out the truck when you roll down Do it to d**h, do it to do it Take a whiff, inhale the sh**, cause you it Yeah - n***a, we gon' keep on In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on With the bang and the chain and the piece on n***a J to the D to the beat keep on [Chorus]