Woo! Yeah, uh-huh
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Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby
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Brand new, world premier
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Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg
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Jay Dee, yeah
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Bring your crew dawgs
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[J-Dilla]
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I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough
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The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low
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Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet
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Spit shit on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_
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When y'all need heat, just check the credits
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Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx
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Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks
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Goin up in four months, need at least a buck
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The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter
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Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!)
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And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta
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Smoke ya like the welcome poster
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And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop
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Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy
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When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse
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Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy
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[Chorus: Pete Rock]
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Yeah, I spit fire at that ass
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Many often wonder will hip-hop still last
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Cause I'm the one they call the Boy Wonder
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Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggaz, know how I feel-a
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[Pete Rock]
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Yo, this is not child's play
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Similar to a gat when my mind spray
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I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun
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I lunge at you niggaz with a bolo punch
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It's the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control
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Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL
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Relax, let me spark the L
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And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel
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When I rock what's real niggaz appeal to that
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13 in the game, makin classic rap
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And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass niggaz
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wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this
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Music, #1 sound, overground
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Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound
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And avoid these clowns and let real niggaz know
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Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Niggaz Know
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Pete Rock |