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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slum Village
Slum Village
Performer
Baatin
Baatin
Vocals
J Dilla
J Dilla
Vocals
T3
T3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
T. Glover
T. Glover
Songwriter
R.L. Altman III
R.L. Altman III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Y'all, hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee Yeah, I'ma show you all how to emcee See I can rock a floor if I rock with high beam I rock with melody, one of the soldiers of the team See y'all niggas is dope fiends hoping for a dream Intervene like a case of gangreen Gain the green then exit the scene With a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jeans See I'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet And niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit See, life ain't a game it remains intense Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin' a scent See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent Feelin' it, y'all ass's read! Uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron Hippocrates get stepped upon in the combat Don't you come back until you waxed your song It deserved at your war phat You up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk Don't shoot come see this, just sit back, breathe I got more where this come from-from Jay-Dee, the original drum master You will never hit the best, best Fast or slow, slow? It doesn't matter though, T-3 times the emcee callin' the lap Ba-tian the one whose in the tree of life Hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight Grace, can only come into the sight Soul power it ingites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun Fun (fun), fun (fun), fun (fun), and all the run, fun Yea, yea to, to up to the beat Yea, yea, ya know we can't-can't stop We can't-can't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist For the band, and if ya can't stand One of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit (c'mon) Like dead man, wake up, as we bring the action Don't be standing, more like a grand-slam hit (c'mon) For the whole fam flippin' on the hand-stand tip (c'mon) We get the dough, weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits Before we go-go, we gettin' on some damn-wham shit I ain't times for second hand brand kicks Rippin from the Beatdown, San Francis to Japan land It's the br-and new, we can't keep movin' like the trans am Do-do don't stop, we can't-can't quit, we can't-can't We can't-can't, we can't-can't stop, we can't-can't quit Hey y'all This is for y'all to dance to a slow 'Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic We say fan-ta-sy roll You say, huh, what you know, is that shit? Hey y'all This is for y'all to dance to a slow 'Cause it's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic
Writer(s): James Dewitt Yancey, R.l. Altman Iii, Titus Printice Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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