McNasty Filth

[Intro: Skillz & Frank] "Uh, yeah, come on" Woah, woah "Uh, oh, uh, oh" [Verse 1: Frank, J Dilla & Dank] It's Frank Nitty in the place to be With J D- to the -illa and Mad-L-I-B So let me see you touch the sky Let me see you wear your hands up high Madlib, Frank, Dank, Dilla chasin' paper Blazin' up in this bitch, we raise up the stakes A little bit and shut… shit… down Tone coulda told ya that clone shit is over You need to put your hands up, it's what you need to do Plus niggas got game like the PS2 It's Dankery Harv, and he about to set it Things looked charged, and he about to let it go Back and forth like a big ol' ass I'ma mack of course that's a big ol' ass Got me up in this motherfucka I am in this motherfucka (Yeah, nigga) D-I-L-(L)-A, the man, the myth The plan is to get the grands and cause panic When I spit that, it's that 'bout it, 'bout it Niggas thinkin' they hot, but it's not, it's… It's Dank Harv looking for hoes The ones that working it hard, I'm looking for those So they can shake they ass for us I told y'all in McNasty trust We got bitches, weed and blunts We go with the fall guys leading stunts 'Cause players is out here doing their thing I told y'all what McNasty brings It's gangsta we all chasing scrilla Bet your ass, that its not a game We real ghetto with the Filth, flarn, flarn, filth Hittin' 'em hard with the bars that I spit It's Frank-N-Dank, you know who it is Rockin' over tracks with Dilla and my nigga Madlib 'Cause we are in this motherfucka We are in this motherfucka [Chorus: Frank, J Dilla & Dank] It's Frank, Dank, Dilla chasin' paper Blazin' up in this bitch, so raise up the stakes, nigga (Turn it up) We are in this muthafucka (Yeah) We are in this muthafucka It's Frank, Dank and J Deezy with Madlib (Oh) Collabin' to bringin' that heat to blast, nigga We are in this muthafucka (Yeah) We are in this muthafucka (Yeah, ooh, ooh) [Verse 2: J Dilla] And we gets dirty like we bred and crispy Strippin' away your pride, we get busy With the Pat Banis, Madlib J Dilla, Frank and I'm at it again And we got those chickens, plus the flow is sick Known for the pimpin', hoes blow the dick When I pop collars, drop dollars Hop hoppin' in and out of 2000, plus caddys and blazin' that ism Bangin' that boomin' system Jeep volume, feets tallin' Deep crawlin', we ballin' Told y'all before not to play me out the gate Gettin' cake and rockin' chains Making nigga NV, tens beating Takin' the game like Vince C, nigga [Chorus: Frank, J Dilla & Dank] Wack niggas go straight to the back 'Cause we all up in here, don't know how to react, when We are in this motherfucka We are in this motherfucka All ladies go straight to the front 'Cause we're real playalistic, we know what you want, when We are in this motherfucka We are in this motherfucka [Outro: Dank] We are in this motherfucka We are in this motherfucka