J Dilla - Detroit Game lyrics

rate me

(Feat. Chuck Inglish (Cool Kids) and Boldy James)

Hey!

Shout something blue,

jump up and down

Hey..

I'm all twelve, not ten

At four got eight

And I was going get... used to play by weight

But if you.. to seeing them, I'll be there by eight

..but if it's for the take, no cake I'm...

Snapping on niggers like fuck, do I pay for?

(Chill out son) the NBA is back

Thank God, cause everybody came to rest

All blacks can't jump, and all whites ain't dumb

Brought you a joint, but pass us a blunt

Stupid!

Dribble and shoot it, if you need help, move it

Don't ask, won't do it...

Transmission I'm cliquing on the side of 94...

..and the door won't close... dead battery on your cellphone

..talking about Chuck, I gotta get it

The baby momma tripping.. gotta fix it

What a fuck that gotta do with me?

Can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen

I'm... dug ass niggers with them biscuits...

Walking around like the...

With no hasty mystery, unknown

You'll never ... gloves on

I cast out dough boy in the floor zone

I do the most in my pants... push..

You're just a super boy...

..flesh like Kate Moss, security caught...

Oh, oh, oh, I'm a truth...

Eating sushi, slapping hoes,

kung fu pimping, my team polo, and my ..pimping

Call me G.I. Joe, or kung fu gripping

That big.. won't catch me slipping

Not me, oh no I can show you how to whisper

..get whatever you want, I can get it

But it's ... its too broke to pay attention

Class is now in session!