J Dilla - Plastic Cups lyrics

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] Yeah! Rapper! Joe Scudda! Chaundon! Yo! Uh! Uh! [Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh] Yo, I flow liquid, Poobie been gifted Wrote it in my manual watch how I shift it No breaks, two takes at the max Heavy on facts got me cruisin at a slow speed Haters watch from afar and catch nose bleeds Or do some Big Syke sh** like have your car keys A bad seed tryin to do good n***as can't cause they too hood, I'm too nice! I'm steady rollin like two dice You now starrin at a fresh slice, for my old man Rapper tryin to touch old grams Put a couple on the stand keep my people out of prison They praise me faithfully no religion I thank God everyday what's He's givin I'm livin, no glamourous life Ain't nobody sayin, "Yeah Rapper, you do that light!" I do this right! You lookin at the sun Or you lookin at the one and the rest is flash lights Somebody tell these p**y n***as good night I'm like a pair of stretch jeans homey - extra tight! Get it right or get it right where you stand I say I'm on the mission my n***a I'm not playin! Shoutout to Ronnie J what's up [Hook: in tune to J Dilla's "Love Movin'"] We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups I keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups R.I.P. Dilla Dog n***a that's wa**up! [Verse 2: Joe Scudda] (J-O) Aiyyo, dirty crib, dirty car, dirty clothes Got bent, spent nights with dirty hoes Smoke weed, eat food off a dirty dish My P.O. said, "Joe, you got dirty piss" I'm nervous, a hundred and twenty hours of service For the community, yo where's the immunity? But it beats jail time, I can't do cell time My man pa**ed his test, how I failed mine? Good a** lawyers and the money to pay it f** a b**h-a** court-appointed, the state coulda say it He ain't pick up the phone, even left me a loan f** I need you for?! I can do bad on my own Got me pickin up trash, my whole summer is gone Seventeen years old, man I Shoulda been home Instead of out doin dumb sh**, I wanna do fun sh** Go to house parties with the cats that I run with Get drunk, smoke weed, party and pa** out Sleep in late instead of takin the trash out Workin for free, I need to work with a fee This community service sh** just ain't workin for me [Hook: in tune to J Dilla's "Love Movin'"] Uh, I keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups R.I.P. Richard Pryor nigaa that's wa**up! [Verse 3: Chaundon] Uh - Bronx Bomber turned Carolina Hurricane Word is he's the next sh**, yeah I heard the same {?} the beat, certified the murder game Most wanted MC, n***as know the name Ghetto celeb, the broad on my arm Bottle of Dom, light the block up then I'm gone Chaundon! - The muh'f**in voice of the street J Dilla still wit us, ressurected through beats Poster boy the success, the face of B-X Soul of New York, won't expect anything less Still walk wit a Diddy Bop, through any city block Flash a smile to a pretty young thing that make her kitty hot Pardon me y'all, I'm blessed with the charm Surrounded by chicks as if I'm on the Purdue farm I get it on! Make no mistake, there's only one Chaundon, Boogie Down's in the house and I'm DONE!! [Rapper Big Pooh - Outro] I had a dream bout my man last night... And he said, my n***a Big Dho, that's wa**up To my man Jacee, that's wa**up To my main man Khrysis, that's wa**up To my n***a Don Cannon, that's wa**up To my man Phonte, that's wa**up To DJ Sense, that's wa**up To my n***a Chaundon, that's wa**up To DJ Drama, that's wa**up To my homegirl Jenise, that's wa**up To my man Joe Scudda, that's wa**up To my homeboy Ness, that's wa**up To my man Fat Dame, that's wa**up, uh-ha! Willie the Kid, that's wa**up To my DJ Flash, that's Wa**up Uh, DJ Jamad, that's wa**up To my man Ox Banger, that's wa**up Uh, Amanda Diva, that's wa**up To my man Bun B, that's wa**up To my n***a Rhymefest, that's wa**up To my man Bumpy Knuckles, that's wa**up To my man Premo, that's wa**up To my man Pete Rock, that's wa**up To my man Grapp Lover, that's wa**up To my main man Nottz, that's wa**up Yeah, we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups We keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups Real ghet-to with the plastic cups Uh, yeah, that's wa**up!