Niggaz Know

Lyrics

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