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—