Thrilla

Lyrics

[Intro: J Dilla, (SA-RA)] I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna do this... ("Well shit, how come, nigga?") ("Shit, don't ask 'how come' – that's J Dilla, nigga!") ("Well shit, nigga, how you gonna do this shit then?") I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna do this... (SA-RA...) ("Man, just do it, maaan...") (Shit, we gon' do it... do it... do it...) Yeah! [Chorus: Om'mas Keith & SA-RA] It's over! Thrilla! SA-RA, Dilla! So everybody just better take it easy 'Cause SA-RA and Dilla 'bout to flip these G's, b [Verse: J Dilla] Get these bars, nigga! Want that bang? Just call Dilla! Want that name? It's D-Z and the S.R.C.P.  See me in the 'oh-oh-C, ho' Body bling like C-3PO! Make sure the whole beat CD's sold Flip bread quick, all DP dough I don't just spin CD's, it's flows Do the pop-stopper, y'all in trouble Freak freak in the bubble drop-top with Tenique Who work at a boutique through the week On the weekend I creep with her friend, like... [Chorus: Om'mas Keith & SA-RA, (J Dilla)] It's over! Thrilla! SA-RA, Dilla! So everybody just better take it easy 'Cause SA-RA and Dilla 'bout to flip these G's, b (Rock on!) [Verse 2: Shafiq Husayn] Make money money money, flip that bread This is for the novice and all the beat heads Peace to my nigga Shareef up in the Feds All my niggas old school, rockin' Pro Keds Never should've let a nigga out the gate Your girl kinda busy, bizzow, you gots to wait Should've had a back-up plan, another mate I got 4 or 5 of them waitin' up outta state (Tell 'em!) Chopped up obscure loops and ill breaks Dilla keep up his papes with high rates All my fatty-backs, I make hips gyrate Like big bodies, I'm pushing a V8 [Chorus: Om'mas Keith & SA-RA, (Taz Arnold)] It's over! Thrilla! SA-RA, Dilla! So everybody just better take it easy (Papered the fuck down, boi) 'Cause SA-RA and Dilla 'bout to flip these G's, b [Verse 3: Taz Arnold, (Shafiq Husayn)] "I'm so serious," Steady B, 5 Series Frontin' with the 'M' in front, doubles the price somethin' serious (Yeah!) How this Vuitton races Benetton My GG and FF trophies the lawn Foldin' stacks with invisible gats White collar, Black power, new Twin Tower stance (Fly shit!) While you dance "Scatman," with capers of Batman robbin' Baskins (Tell 'em, yo!) Yeah – I'm counting cream, high-fashion Hidden monograms in foreign lands and Land's, man The man, that's 50 grand Is Tazmanian from SA-RA My cheerleader chicks yelling "rah-rah" Wit' pom-poms for you dum-dums [Chorus: Om'mas Keith & SA-RA, (Shafiq Husayn)] It's over... Thrilla! SA-RA, Dilla! (S.R.C.P.!) So everybody better just to take it easy (Jay Dee, nigga!) 'Cause SA-RA and Dilla 'bout to flip these G's, b (Dilla! Feel us!) [Verse 4: J Dilla] Hands to the sky, like it's a stick-up This that shit that trigger hiccups Whether you rich or pickin' WIC up Sniff – smell like the shit? Then it's us Dill on a bill will fill a bitch up Real playa, give me my big pimp cup In the strip club Gettin' duck-sicked by a thick chick that need to hit a couple sit-ups Work it out Y'all heard about – the raw shit SA-RA serving out? J Dillz, get the name right All piston, pushin' the system, let it bang like... [Chorus: Om'mas Keith & SA-RA] It's over! Thrilla! SA-RA, Dilla! So everybody just better take it easy 'Cause SA-RA and Dilla 'bout to flip these G's, b [Bridge: J Dilla, Shafiq Husayn, (Om'mas Keith)] Rock on! Work it out, work it out Work it out, work it out Work it out, work it out – History in the makings, y'all! (Dilla!) That's what I'm trying to tell y'all muhfuckas... Dilla! Rock on... Ya'll not really understanding this shit... Wait 'til the muhfuckin' album drops! Rock on! Yeah!! Tell ya mama! [Outro: J Dilla, Shafiq Husayn] Dilla Dawg! Yeah! (Yeah! yeah! yeah...) Turn it up in ya Jeep, whatever – ugh Yeah! Bounce SA-RA! You know how we do it! Ugh – yeah! Rock on! L-l-l-l-li-live with it