Lyrics

[Intro: J Dilla ] (...27!) Yeah, yep, ya... (...28!) It's time! Uh... (Hut! Hut! Hut!) World premiere... world premiere... Another WTD world premiere... [Verse 1: J Dilla] Who is it?! McNasty and niggas from the block, to the bar for the Rémy on the rocks D-I' be V.I.P. – straight to the back B-I-T-see-How she shake for the stacks I plays with the cake with the case of the Black One straight to the face, with a Ace to the Jack Left, pass that around to my mans an' 'em We drink up! Chinked up off ghanz and Rémy – uh! Get the Henm, get the gin, get the Cris' served Get the pen, get the yens – get the picture? One to the two, 'gun' to the 'shoot' Cake Boys in the club (Cake Boys! Ooo-ooo!), with funds through the roof We got chips and clips with the grips Sick with the whips, with the flip, with the fifth – uh What did Tip say? "Si boops, si boops"? Alright, alright – gimme the hook-the hook Party people! [Chorus: J Dilla] To all my Detroit players – say "we 'F'-ed up!" (Yeahh! Feel it, feel it!) Now all my women in the club – say "we 'F'-ed up" (How we get down!) And if you're sipping on some'n – say "we 'F'-ed up!" You gettin' blowed, get it crunk – say "we 'F'-ed up!" (Get it live!) All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go (Woo!) Front to the back door – say "we 'F'-ed up!" Chicago, Philly, San Diego – "we 'F'-ed up!" Brooklyn, St. Louis, ATL – go! "We 'F'-ed up!" [Verse 2: Dankery Harv, (J Dilla)] It's going down in here, my nigga, pass the liquor We get 'F'-ed up, we get asses quicker (Yeah...) 'Cause it's D Harv, mackin' girls regardless Get 'em all 'F'-ed up and see who shakes the hardest McNasty way, baby, that's what's up And I'm looking way gangsta with my plastic cup With the Rémy in the left hand; bottles – we got plenty Fat booty 'F'-ed up chicks, we got many (Uhn!) Frank, Dank, and Dilla, nigga, that's what's up We get live in the club and you all know: (We 'F'-ed up!) [Verse 3: Frank Nitt] 'F'-ed up beyond all recognition (Yeah) Tryna get that lightskinned thang in position (Do it) And I'ma keep it gangsta, like I'm Tony Soprano I'ma hit that thang gangsta, have her singin' soprano You can call me Bus-A-Bus, as I "Pass the Courvoisier" And now it's a must that I loosen her bustier You know Frank Nitty say "Take Dem Clothes Off" Mo' by the case – Mo' White, Moët Dark And who got a light? It's time to spark (Yeah!) Smoke a doobie with a cutie, grab her booty in the dark, right? That's how we do it, it's McNasty! And when we get 'F'-ed up, we get nasty! Hey! [Chorus: J Dilla] To all my Detroit players – say "we 'F'-ed up!" And all my women in the club – say "we 'F'-ed up" (How we get down!) Now if you're sipping on some'n – say "we 'F'-ed up!" You gettin' blowed, get it crunk – say "we 'F'-ed up!" All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go Front to the back door – say "we 'F'-ed up!" L.A., Japan, and D.C. – go "we 'F'-ed up!" Bay Area, Compton, N.C. – go! "We 'F'-ed up!" [Outro: J Dilla] Ugh! Frank-N-Dank! Dilla Dawg! Uhn! Hut one... hut two! Hut, hut, hut, hut... Hut, hut, hut, hut... (Another WTD exclusive) Hut, hut, hut, hut... Hut, hut...