Reckless Driving

歌詞

[19 seconds of ad libs to start] [J Dilla:] Turn me up, a little louder Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up Let's go! This only for my real niggaz Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it Stink pink gators, my Detroit players Game like A out of 'toire, 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 niggaz 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 Better get 'em, where you at bro? Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro Cake boys doin it big, we outta control This one is for the real niggaz out on the roll Let's go! [Chorus: x2] Get live, reach for the sky For the real niggaz with the beat in the ride You can turn your bass up another notch if you want You hot with'cha bump ba-ba-bump ba-ba-bump, yeah! [J Dilla:] Makin your money, takin your money Overseas and in the states gettin money D shit beats, the rhymes is dangerous Creep in the streets, come ride we bangin 'em Turn that shit up, let's make noise Jeep volume nigga, respect cake boys 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 - nigga, we gon' keep on In our Jeeps with the big chrome piece on With the bang and the chain and the piece on Nigga J to the D to the beat keep on [Chorus]