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the mission (stringed out mix) - jaylib lyrics

[j dilla]
madlib turn the strings up
my knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
you won’t need your heat this time around
i spits fire, it’s like the rounds are rounds
in a big -ss block of the b-tch–ss n-ggas
who wan’ hate, cause they don’t get cash with us
but they really on jay and mad dilznick
if you want the truth then that’s just it
them sick cause i slipped they chick this magic stick
we all act, can we get them b-lls back
i keeps it simple as well as complicated
jaylib for service, just compensate us
i’m tryin to cop the maker’s and hop up in the latest whips
caked rockin gators
it’s p.i., d.i. and l.i.b
better know what the h-ll i bring, it’s fire

[scratched in samples]
“real game out here man, knahmsayin”
“the name is dilla dog”
“for gosh sakes, what a n-gga gotta do”

[j dilla]
now let me speak on these journalists
only the ones who need to learn and listen
before they criticize verses that burns kitchens
live from the land of hearns and pistons
you heard me~?! beats and rhymes so dirty
play it too loud and you’ll feel a burn where you p-ssin
up, my n-gga turn the motherf-ckin strings up
the ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up
jaylib baby don’t forget the name
how you want it, beemer four-fifth or range
come see the dilla lay with the fifth
maybe you can write an article about how jay play with them whips
and who said producers ain’t supposed to rap
they don’t want the ruger to bang well close your traps
better not run them jibs or fibs no more
we pullin plugs so haters {-gunshots-}

[outro]
now, i know all y’all been all around
and dug d-mn near everything that goes down
and you know a n-gga will brag and look clean
and i don’t give a d-mn what happen, he’s always on the scene
it ain’t too much that p-ss a n-gga’s eyes
but he’s a motherf-cker, that’s no lie {-laughter and applause-}

i know when y’all leave, y’all y’all gon’ smoke that weed
especially them n-ggas from compton, they don’t smoke nothin but some weed
they’ll p-ss that d-mn mall, no sh-t
say you can have a whole ounce of weed, that’s right
i tried that sh-t, i smoked a joint last night
that sh-t improves your eyesight too, don’t it so, sh-t
on a clear day i can see them countin that yang money over in vietnam
no sh-t~! on a cloudy day i can see them jokers in new york
i was so f-cked up the other night i dialed the operator
i said hey operator, give me head, long d-ck
the b-tch hung up on me
i dialed right back i said hey operator i said gimme head on long distance
she said well drop a dime n-gga that’s a local call

{-live concert sound not part of the song for the last 30 seconds-}

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