Long Live J Dilla (feat. Karriem Riggins & Busta Rhymes)

Westside Gunn

Compositor: Karriem Riggins

Grrt
Yeah, yeah
Grrt
The Luxurious
Ayo
Ayo

I'm the one-man army, Flygod (ah)
I never been tooken out
My shooters on the roof lookin' out
I drop coke, in fact, four and a baby
Whipped the eight and made 'em go brazy (whip)

Neiman Marcus Garvey, godly, wallahi
You call me anything less than GOAT, don't insult me (mm)
Pulled up, the 6 coffee (skrrt)
Long ways from dope in the trunk of the Grand Marquis

Shouts to Grand Marnier (ah), now it's Dom Rosé (ah)
Now the wrist got the Jacob with the timezone face (ah)
Every day, I pray to J Dilla still
Your favorite rapper aight, but he not real

Money comes and goes, the strong rebuild (ah)
Might sell my soul, cop me the bales
Been sellin' out shows, the love be so real (ah)
Been fightin' off hoes and fuckin' for real (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt)
Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, ayo)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla (woo)
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ah)
Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ayo, grrt)

Canary yellow, mustard color my boot
Cardigan Louis Vuitton on, with the baddest bitches playin' the flute
Sippin' Canlis wine, they love how we do it
And fuck a beach, want bad bitches to decorate the room to J Dilla music

See, what we doin' here is pickin' the pace up, better tighten your laces up
This fuckin' slap'll ugly your faces up
Got the Cascade sparkle, we shinin'
First impression we left up on every nigga was how we sparkle like diamond

Celebratin' Dilla, winin' and dinin'
Every time that I black on a Dilla beat, it's another mountain I'm climbin'
Look, huh, look what this motherfuckin' shit has come to
God, thanks for J Dilla, Ma Dukes, we love you

Huh, as you can see, nigga
Besides Slum Village, nobody got more J Dilla production than me, nigga
Yeah, now let me talk my shit
For the introduction to Dilla, big homie Q-Tip

Give him whatever sample, he gon' create a new flip
Like clothes, when it comes to production, he create your new drip
Takes us on a sound-travel vacation, a new trip
Make niggas wanna talk about it, creatin' a loose lip, huh

Look, and niggas wonder how I got it
Dilla had his moms gettin' samples out the coat closet
Common got his crib closer to doctors, it was therapeutic
And in his last days, he continued to feed the street with the music (grrt)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt)
Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (ah)

Every day, I pray to J Dilla
It's a full-time job not to spray a nigga (grrt)