[Produced by J Dilla]
[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Uhh, yes, yes, y'all
To the beat, and the S.V. is rockin' it swift
Yes, y'all, lyrics just come off like shifts
See, when I'm on the microphone, how fly I get
Yes, y'all, my crew don't take no bullshit
And bullshit, not never, never get wet up
Your ho want to know why the crew's gettin' better
Not sayin' shit, just gettin' my flows together
Yes, y'all, to the beat and –
What, y'all? If you hear what I am sayin'
Hoes get dicked down and you duck down when I start sprayin'
'Cause when I'm on the microphone, there will be no delayin'
No playin'
[Verse 2: Phat Kat, Baatin]
You think we soft 'cause we don't bust gats
Others be like, "They're weak 'cause they don't kill in they raps"
(Kill in they raps)
Fuck that! We from the city of crooks
Niggas be dyin' for givin them fake-ass looks'll
Get yo' shit took quick, check it in –
Niggas pony down while the hoes Errol Flynn
[J Dilla]
Yo... ooh! Ooh!
With the usual
My niggas sip on cha'mile, chew a fruit Mentos... Mentos... Ment...
[Verse 3: Baatin, Baatin & J Dilla together]
What do you get with fruity Mentos?
You get a phone number, and a light-skinned hoe
Let me tell you 'bout redbone, she give a good blow
Just to let you know that my crew is the dope
The good ol' boys, flat out – we number uno
The S, capital V-E-E
My name is Baatin, Rasul Wasi
Like to get busy, just... let me know
I like a good freak, after a show
It's nice to penetrate, a beautiful hoe
Pick up the microphone, then I'm at it again
Tell the whole damn world that I'm – just a friend
Grip yo' lady, because she called me her master
Your whole damn crew wanna – do me slow
Now I'm back, wearin' yo' momma like a lambskin
We can do this, like never before
I'm a freak, and if I tell you once mo'
It'll be the third time, like my nigga R.L.
Mysteriously, The "S" – prevail
Like them niggas in penitentiary jail cell, jail cell...
[Verse 4: T3]
When you grip the mic, boy, you wack as hell, and I can tell
And on the mic, they call me R.L.
This is for the niggas who get real f'real
Doin' tricks with the mic, like Rachelle Ferrell
And I'm real with the mic, boy, as you can tell
And my crew is the whole ride, you see we never would fail
Or front subject, and if we do? *Tchh* Oh well
It'll never happen to us, we have protective shells
And to the beat – my crew's never obsolete
With techniques, leavin' you six feet deep
[Refrain: J Dilla & T3]
Yo – and to the beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, and you don't stop
Uh, to the beat, and you don't stop
S.V. got the shit that just drops
To the beat, and you don't stop
Uh, to the beat, and you don't stop
Uh, to the beat, and ya don't stop
S.V., is the in-fi-not
And to the beat, beat, and you don't stop
And to the beat, you don't, you don't stop
And to the–
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