Madlib - The Mission (Stringed Out Mix) lyrics

[J Dilla] Madlib turn the strings up My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up You won't need your heat this time around I spits fire, it's like the rounds are rounds In a big a** block of the b**h-a** n***as Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick If you want the truth then that's just it Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick We all act, can we get them balls back I keeps it simple as well as complicated Jaylib for service, just compensate us I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips Caked rockin gators It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire [scratched in samples] "Real game out here man, knahmsayin" "The name is Dilla dog" "For gosh sakes, what a n***a gotta do" [J Dilla] Now let me speak on these journalists Only the ones who need to learn and listen Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin Up, my n***a turn the motherf**in strings up The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up Jaylib baby don't forget the name How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips And who said producers ain't supposed to rap They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps Better not run them jibs or fibs no more We pullin plugs so haters {*gunshots*} [Outro] Now, I know all y'all been all around And dug damn near everything that goes down And you know a n***a will brag and look clean And I don't give a damn what happen, he's always on the scene It ain't too much that pa** a n***a's eyes But he's a motherf**er, that's no lie {*laughter and applause*} I know when y'all leave, y'all y'all gon' smoke that weed Especially them n***as from Compton, they don't smoke nothin BUT some weed They'll pa** that damn mall, no sh** Say you can have a whole ounce of weed, that's right I tried that sh**, I smoked a joint last night That sh** improves your eyesight too, don't it so, sh** On a clear day I can see them countin that yang money over in Vietnam No sh**~! On a cloudy day I can see them jokers in New York I was so f**ed up the other night I dialed the operator I said hey operator, give me head, long dick The b**h hung up on me I dialed right back I said hey operator I said gimme head on long distance She said well drop a dime n***a that's a local call {*live concert sound not part of the song for the last 30 seconds*}