The Anthem J Dilla (Ft. Frank-N-Dank)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's time, uh

[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Who is it? McNasty and niggas from the block
To the bar for the Rimmy on the rocks
D.I. be V.I.P. straight to the back
B.I.T.C.H.—she shake for the stacks
I plays with the cake with the case to the black
One straight to the face with an ace to the jack
Let it pass that around to my [?]
We drink up! Chinked off on [?] and Rémy, uh
Get the Hen, get the gin, get the Cris served
Get the pen, get the yens, get the picture
One to the two, gun to the shoot
Cake boys in the club with funds through the roof
We got chips and clips with the grips
Sick with the whips, with the flip, with the fifth, uh
What the tip say? [?]
Alright, alright, gimme the hook, the hook
Party people, yeah

[Chorus: J Dilla]
To all my Detroit players say (We F'd up)
To all my women in the club say (We F'd up)
And if you're sipping on some say (We F'd up)
They didn't know what the crook say (We F'd up)
All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go
Front to the backdoor say (We F'd up)
Chicago, Philly, San Diego (We F'd up)
Brooklyn, St. Louis, ATL, go (We F'd up)