TERMANOLOGY - Pay Jay lyrics

rate me

R.I.P. J Dilla

Termanology's up in here

Rapper Pooh is up in here

My man Joe Scudda, he's up in here

My man Chaundon, he's up in here


I stepped on stage just to scream "Go ladies"

And after my set she went crazy, slow it down baby

I can't keep running, energy after the show

Fo' fucking, one won't do, two's not enough

So why you in my ear with this fall in love stuff?

I'm just tryna break backs, let me see you climax

Smoke a little purp', zone out to some Dilla tracks

I don't know what you been told

You dealing with a player, pimp hand ice cold

I'm a get this money, did get honey

So get ready, shake it down for me lovely

Hold tight...

On the count of three say "Fuck the police"

Back and truly in the fleece, diddy-bopping in the streets

Getting busy over beats, (what?) I'm +Fantastic+

On another +Voyage+, you know who the boy is

Puffing on the line with Esche

I wanna thank the nigga who sold J Dilla his first SP

From the D back to NYC

I'm spitting game to this beat like it's a P.Y.T.

It's +Human Nature+ to turn it up, burn it up

The illest Soulquarian to ever serve it up

No it ain't hard to tell who the realest it

Chaundilla bitch, got the world on that J Dilla shit

Say what you want but you gon' pay Jay (yeah)

Say what you want but they gon' play Jay (yeah)

It's that Dilla shit, that Dilla shit

That Dilla shit, that Dilla shit

Uh, yeah, sticky green we tote, hoody with the pea coat

Riding in the hoopty with my groupie of the week yo

Honey got that cold and I told her let the heat blow

Dilla and the J, gotta show her how the beat go

Keep crushing (yeeeeeah...)

You know I make 'em envy by the way I keep hustling

Take notice, stay focused, I'm J-O, it's so raw

You can't put him next to nothing

So let's take it back, there's nothing like this

I can't explain all the game that you might miss

Without a chain or even a bright wrist

I stay ready like machete with a tight fist

What's your name pa? (It's 'Ology)

And what's the name of your crew? (It's S.T.)

Chilling with the H.O.J. (Yeah, that's me)

We putting it down (Lawtown to NC)

I don't need no rims, need no Benz

Need no ends, cause I got beats

I don't need no ice, need no height

My name up in lights, cause I emcee

Aiyyo, I body rappers, them party rappers

Them body snatching college application

Rappers saying spread the bang

Wet your aim out your stain in the lane

Of the kings and the Preem's the same

Killer of J Dilla beats, shoutout to AZ

I'm rather unique, you gon' p-pay J-Jay Dilla for them beats

Pay Jay, pay Jay, pay Jay...

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