J Dilla - Give Em What They Want lyrics

rate me

Y’all think Satan is bad, J. Dilla bad like Jason style

Stay in the lab

Quick to tell bitches ‘bout my motherfucking tim size, 8 and a half

See, they wonder how I'm making my math

Or why I be making my path to the place where they be shaking they ass

Or spitting dope on a hope, roll that in a Rolls

When it's over, no Rov', hog's taking a cab

Then they call me, saying they mad

And then call me, playing with they pussy while they taking they bath

‘Cause they know

I give ‘em what they want

It's the capital D

The I to the LL

The A to the bank and the ride in the tell 12

I'm straight with the cake so I buy what they sell

They see me blazing the hay, be high as a stale

Won't come in on the average radar

But will come in a bitch mouth if she wanna take it that far

He a gangster, J start breaking they hearts

Breaking they backs, a gorilla pimp, taking they scratch

And I make them attach to the good dick straight from the back

Straight from the front, love to give J what he want

Known for shaking they wrists and making them sick

Then taking they grip and paying them with it

Give me what I want

Give me what I want

Give ‘em what they want