J Dilla
J Dilla
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J Dilla & eLZhi
J Dilla & Frank-N-Dank
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J Dilla & Beej
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J Dilla & Ta’Raach & Big Tone
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J Dilla & Phat Kat
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Sample taken from ground breaking jazz group Weather Report’s “Orange Lady”. http://rapgenius.com/J-dilla-welcome-2-detroit-lyrics
Introduces the world to “Detroit’s Best Kept Secret” and frequent collaborator of his, Elzhi.
[Intro: J Dilla]
Uh
Elzhi, J Dilla rock on
[Verse 1: Elzhi]
Yo, I heard you was lookin' for me
Well it's sorta like you lookin' to be in the wrong place
With your arms waving getting took for ya things
That ice emblem, ya Benjamin and ya Timberland
My raps finish 'em like strokes to black citizens
Attack ya women friend
Pull her hair 'til it's straight like she half Indian
Collapse many men doing laps around meridian
Aim for ya chest like I'm a titty man
With a fetish for feelin' him, wit' a iron fist that lift like helium
What y'all niggas want shock therapy? Ya pop barely and fold up
You never blow up no, you full of hot air to me
Another rapper claimin' he hot
But couldn't be if he was Damien's pop that was once an angel from God
Get my jock out ya mouth, now that I'm hot
Can't believe niggas a stoop so low 'til they limbo with the cock
Well I'm, tryna get over like a Alche to sober nights
Y'all niggas ain't spittin y'all just soakin' mic, getting hot headed
But my shoulders ice that's why I catch the cold eye
That's why you catchin' holes, guy, inside your four-door ride
I let four more slide from out the barrel
Then my niggas speed to punch you in your back
To knock you out, apparel
[Pre-Chorus: J Dilla & Elzhi]
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
You lookin' for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree
I jump on ya block and stomp you 'til my foot is asleep
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
You lookin' for me run in ya spot bullet and heat
I bust off a Glock and snuff you 'til you put in the deep
[Chorus: J Dilla]
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
If you want it, come and get it
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
Get ya best nigga out ya brigade, bet everything becomes vague
Clothes become beige and hearing sweet serenades and grenades
I bomb like Saddam twice
Smoke fills the room like the intercom vice (What?)
I'm wicked enough to punch you in your inner mind's eye
Until you black out and wake up within the land of Mt. Zion (Oh)
Wack niggas get screamed on and highly retire
I got the eye of the tiger like Rocky's theme song
Step in the concrete jungle, I bust you 'til you see doubles
Then watch all four of me reach for you
The heat bubble, ready to cock back, I'm aimin' shots at any nigga
I even got midgets wit' triggers hidden inside of top hats
Ready to kill ya
We fully armed like Dr. Octagon
Skinny limbs that flip cocky arm
Cough up lung if you wanna tango
Best run ya ankles, you ain't fly
Ya vocals sound dry like they under rain coats
And the same niggas that's still after me
They get chills when it get back to me
Then peel back they feet like an athlete
Then when they turn they back to me dramatically
Them and the ground collide 'til they pop up on the other side wit' the Japanese
I mean business, to oppose would be suicide
Ya middle name would be mud like Kahlua Slide
All you hear is slugs so you move and dodge, and try to run for cover
I'm on some other (Other, other)
Skip ya level, I'm above that
So what you love rap and you want mine
I make ya very punchline sound like love taps
They don't hit right, throw ya fist right
I fist fight with a mic, to submit like
To ya insight
Then I'ma leave ya area walked you, arrogant dogs
They claim you carryin' sparks but couldn't bury a corpse (Ha)
[Pre-Chorus: J Dilla & Elzhi]
Uh, say
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
You lookin' for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree
I jump on ya block and stomp you 'til my foot is asleep
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
What you want? (What you want), where you at? (Where you at?)
You lookin' for me run in ya spot bullet and heat
I bust off a Glock and snuff you 'til you put in the deep
Say uh
[Chorus: J Dilla]
If you want it, come and get it (Bounce, come get it, love)
If you want it, come and get it (Yeah)
If you want it, come and get it (Uh)
If you want it, come and get it (Say, you lookin' for me? I'm right here, nigga)
Come and get it (You say)
If you want it, come and get it (You say, you say, uh)
If you want it, come and get it (What y'all wanna do? I'm right here)
If you want it, come and get it (Uh, knock it out ya chest, take a breath, get it out)
Come Get It was produced by J Dilla.
J Dilla released Come Get It on Tue Feb 27 2001.