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 [J-Dilla] I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet Spit *******t on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_ When y'all need heat, just check the credits Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx Yes J said it ******, 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 ******es tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!) And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta Smoke ya like the welcome poster And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy When these two ******z collab', these ******z collapse Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy [Chorus: 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 ****** with J-Dilla, rappin ******z, know how I feel-a [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 ******z 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 ******z appeal to that 13 in the game, makin classic rap And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass ******z wish you can 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 ******z know Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh [Chorus] - repeat 2 X
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 [J-Dilla] I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet Spit *******t on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_ When y'all need heat, just check the credits Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx Yes J said it ******, 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 ******es tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!) And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta Smoke ya like the welcome poster And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy When these two ******z collab', these ******z collapse Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy [Chorus: 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 ****** with J-Dilla, rappin ******z, know how I feel-a [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 ******z 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 ******z appeal to that 13 in the game, makin classic rap And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass ******z wish you can 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 ******z know Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh [Chorus] - repeat 2 X
