Shake It Down - Jay Dee, J Dilla

Look at you

Look at me

Come on Uh

You remind me of my range

Lamb skin seat covers

Brotha’s get ya change

Get ya dame cause she want the niggas wit the frames

With the change

Nigga man sick with the bank

Shit been the same since 86' and Kane

Get ya main bitch itchin to give me brain

And they say that’s why we hold fifths

See me four wheelin rollin over the whole building

Chrome killin em' twenty inches the whole Dill with it

I’m so ill wit it so Dill with it

I be Prada’d out

Without a doubt

Spot em' out wildin out

We wildin out

Lady’s let me see you do it like

Uh

You look at me

Look at you

Look at me

Uh Yeah Uh

This is for my bitches wit cars of they own

This is for my niggas with the bars of chrome

Ahh bitches nigga leave ya littles cars at home

Stay there Detroit niggas don’t play fair son

Chickens be trickin to get they hair done

Yeah son, its nare one of these niggas spark shit

I’m on son Biz Mark shit like

Can you feel it

Cause nothing can save ya

Cause this is the season for stackin ya paper

My click is the reason you tuckin ya chain up

When you fuckin wit this you fuckin wit danger

You see me up in the range and I got a gang a niggas

That be runnin wit thangs and guns to bang ya

They be runnin wit thangs got guns to bang ya

Cause when you fuckin wit this you fuckin wit danger

(*When you see me do it I do it to do it*)

(*Look at you, Look at me*)

(*Do it*)

You doin it