I feel you, Dank, uh

We 'bout to get it

Oh my... God!

So serious

Turn me up, a little louder

Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up

Let's go! This only for my real ****

Big truck, Dillalade, fifth wheel with it

Stink pink gators, my Detroit players

Game like A-I that's why 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, bitch! Get out the way

I'm bouncin', I'm all in and out the lanes

It's not the game, fuckin' **** 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, uh!

Better get 'em, where you at bro?

J Dilla hang corners in a 'Lac bro

Cake boys doin it big, we outta control

This one is for the real **** out on the roll

Let's go!

Get live, reach for the sky (Yeah)

For the real **** with the beat in the ride (Ruff Draft)

You can turn your bass up another notch if you want (For real **** only)

You hot wit'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

Get live, reach for the sky (Yeah)

For the real **** with the beat in the ride

You can turn your bass up another notch if you want (Ruff Draft)

You hot wit'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

Makin' your money (Yeah), takin' your money (what)

Overseas and in the states gettin' money

Dee shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous

Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin' 'em (Yeah)

Turn that shit up, let's make noise

Jeep volume ****, respect cake boys (Cake booys!)

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 death, do it to do it

Take a whiff, inhale the shit, cause you it, yeah!

****, we gon' keep on

In our Jeeps with the big chrome feets on

With the bang and the chain and the piece on

**** J to the D to the beat keep on

Get live, reach for the sky

For the real **** with the beat in the ride

You can turn your bass up another notch if you want

You hot wit'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!

Get live, reach for the sky

For the real **** with the beat in the ride (Uh)

You can turn your bass up another notch if you want (What)

You hot wit'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah!