Action Black Milk (Ft. Baatin & Slum Village)

[Intro: Black Milk]
This is a Black Milk Presentation
Ride with us, this how we do it

[Verse 1: Black Milk]
T3, my nigga – what up, family (ha)
Elzhi, my nigga – what up, family
Baatin, my nigga – what up, fam
In a lam-lam we ran so hand me my Grammy
No competition, none iller
Throw them hands to the air, Errol Flynn to the ceiling
Don't earl, take a cup then fill it
Pour out a little liquor, toast to my nigga Dilla
Still in it, still reppin' the cause
To put The D on my back like a shirt that I bought
Turn and I walk, you see it's all nothin'
We money hungry, all eat, pocket's got big stomachs
Pockets got big money on the grind
No sleep, gotta keep the alarm clock running
Leave you along, my squad's not budging
They all hide from us like camouflage colors

[Hook: Black Milk, (Baatin)]
Time, time for some action, action
We bringing it back, going back, son, back, some
'Tin, where you at?
(I'm right here, son)
Then show these niggas where they got their style from