Lyrics

Real Gs, that's what's up Dilla Dawg, that's what's up Roots crew, that's what's up We keep the ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up [?], that's what's up [?], that's what's up J Ball, that's what's up You know my niggas keep it ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up I got a shit load of story tales up in my sack So let all the drums and all the noise interact Twist up a fat one and make my coffee black The Grim Ripper, th-th-the boss is back My nigga, fifteen minutes minus five is a dime The jeweler [?] it's not a problem to shine It's why my man Dilla do it without even tryin' The greatest hip hop producer of all time, dig it We back on the job, having a good time with it You gotta love it, we got it, you still tryna get it The footprint in the booth on every continent Step off the stage the whole crowd Hostages and our sponsors is my marrow lynch mob Hands on a long double barrel that the trench hide Tired of being outside breaking inside First motherfucker that flinch, he getting french fried, yeah
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, Tarik Trotter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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