J Dilla Fight Club (feat. Nottz & WESTSIDE BOOGIE)
[Intro: Nottz]
Yeah
Yeah (uh)
Uh
[Verse 1: Nottz]
Now, this club ain't built, dawg, fa all of us
We tear the f..cka up, straight f..ck the f..cka up
Collapse the ceilings, caved-in walls 'n shit
Or find a 'Lac parked at the bar in the bitch
All you small-time f..cks, magnify this shit
Snap a picture, this is how we do in the bitch
f..ck the ass shakin', better get ya ass to vacatin'
'Fore you fill the extra spot wit' a morgue statement
DMP the squad, motherfucka, don't forget it
Act senile if ya want and watch them things start to hittin'
Legs, arm, head, ya ass 'bout ta fall off
This ride is type dangerous, pa, you shoulda jumped off
It B.I, Nottz Raw wit J D.I
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to tha D (D!)
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to tha D (the D)
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to tha D
The D, D (d), D (d)
[Hook: J Dilla]
Up in the cluuuuub
Up in the cluuuuub
Up in the cluuuuub
[Verse 2: Boogie]
Uh
I told y'all (uh)
I don't dance, youngin, back of the club
Chicks around me, yeah they're family, they let the Mac in the club (a-ha!)
Lean back, hater, you don't want to get trapped in the club (trapped in the club)
Slapped in the club (slapped in the club), beat down, boom bapped in the club, f..cka
It'll get so ugly
Boogie like the Emperor with a New Groove, you could look but don't touch me (uh huh)
Rolled in like a hundred deep
Wit niggas that got no real name like Murder and Street (What up?)
A bad drinker face, probably hurl in your sink (illl)
Lookin' for shorties with heels, probably hurtin' their feet (uh huh)
Get 'em drunk and be ready to dip
That's why I'm at the bar wit her like "Go ahead... Take one more sip"
Dirty rolled in on 700s like a bike club
f..ck around and turn this nightclub into a Fight Club
Might hurt somebody, this ain't no f..ckin' rap
DMP, J Dilla, who's f..ckin' wit dat? (huh?)
[Hook: J Dilla]
Up in the cluuuuub
Up in the cluuuuub
Up in the cluuuuub
