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• Artiste: Karriem Riggins
• Titre: Long Live J Dilla
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Grrt Yeah, yeah Grrt The luxurious Ayo Ayo I'm the one-man army, Flygod (Ah) I never been shooken out My shooters on the roof lookin’ out I drop coke, in fact, four and a baby Whipped the eight and made 'em go brazy (Whip) Neiman Marcus Garvey, godly, wallahi You call me anything less than GOAT, don't insult me (Mm) Pulled up, the 6 coffee (Skrrt) Long ways from dope in the trunk of the Grand Marquis Shouts to Grand Marnier (Ah), now it’s Dom rosé (Ah) Now the wrist got the Jacob with the time's old face (Ah) Every day, I pray to J Dilla still Your favorite rapper aight, but he not real Money comes and goes, the strong rebuild (Ah) Might sеll my soul, cop me the bales Been sеllin' out shows, the love be so real (Ah) Been fightin' off hoes and fuckin' for real (Ah) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Grrt) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, ayo) Every day, I pray to J Dilla (Woo) It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Ah) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It’s a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Ayo, grrt) Canary-yellow, mustard color my boot Cardigan Louis Vuitton on, with the baddest bitches playin’ the flute Sippin' Canlis wine, they love how we do it And fuck a beach, want bad bitches to decorate the room to J Dilla music See, what we doin’ here is pickin' the pace up, better tighten your laces up This fuckin' slap'll ugly your faces up Got the Cascade sparkle, we shinin’ First impression we left up on every nigga was how we sparkle like diamond Celebratin' Dilla, winin' and dinin' Every time that I black on a Dilla beat is another mountain I'm climbin' Look, huh, look what this motherfuckin' shit has come to God, thanks for J Dilla, ma dukes, we love you Huh, as you can see, nigga, besides Slim Feel like nobody got more J Dilla production than me, nigga Yeah, now let me talk my shit For the introduction to Dilla, big homie Q-Tip Give him whatever sample, he gon' create a new flip Like clothes, when it comes to production, he create your new drip Takes us on a sound-travel vacation, a new trip Make niggas wanna talk about it, creatin' a loose lip, huh Look, and niggas wonder how I got it Dilla had his moms gettin' samples out the coat closet Common got his crib closer to doctors, it was therapeutic And in his last days, he continued to feed the street with the music (Grrt) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Ah) Every day, I pray to J Dilla It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (Grrt)