Estimate

[Produced by J Dilla] [Verse: J Dilla + Baatin + T3 + Slum Village] I remember the day that you showed your ass Full-moonin', wolf-nigga transformin' Burnin' rubber, that get you nowhere fast You doin' stupid shit so that these whores can swarm in See, when Baatin say he got yo' back (Uh-huh), you better trust You know you fucked up, tellin' rumors on my crew But fuck the dumb, you got to estimate (Estimate) Before you tell a lie on the 7-88 88—You told my man to come and get it And when he did it, you fronted on his ass when you did it You won't admit it, yet you know you bullshitted Yet you walk around town like your shit is sweet-scented And in a minute, niggas intend us to get in it I recommend this: estimate it Don't false advertise, there's no need for pretendin' To be someone you're not when you can't hide you're feeling Your true feelings! 'Cause you can't hide your true feelings I get the feeling you got devious intentions Actin' like a Willie when you're just a Sir William 'Cause you're hollow on the inside 'cause you got no fillings You got to estimate yo' fate, yes, you in touch You wanna be down, but your crew is all illin' My city's Motown, my crew is Slum Village Macknickalous niggas don't give a fuck about image We bustin' jams on the ceilin' [Chorus: J Dilla + Baatin + T3 + Slum Village] (We is the— Hey, it's the—we is the— Hey, it's the—ahhh-ahhhhhh) Don't put your bitch out there like that If you don't want her out there like that Don't put your bitch out there like that (Hey, it's the—we is the—) If you don't want her out there like that (Hey, it's the—we is the—) Don't put your bitch out there like that (Hey, it's the—we is the—) If you don't want her out there like that (Hey, it's the—we is the—) Don't—