We F’ed Up

[Intro: J Dilla]
Kanye West hot shit
Yah, what, what
Frank-N-Dank in here (Bang)
Dilla Dawg in here (Bang, bang)
McNasty in here (Bang, what?)
Set it off in here

[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-I-G, shake for the stacks
I plays with the cake with the case of the black
One straight to the face with an ace to the jack
We gon pass that around to my [?]
Drink up, chinked off [?]
Get the Hen, get the gin, get the crisp 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? Se-boop, se-boops
Se-boop, se-boop with the hook, the hook, oh

[Chorus: Frank-N-Dank & J Dilla]
To all my Detroit players, say we F'd up
To all my women in the club, we F'd up (Turn it up)
And if you're sipping on some, say we F'd up
We keepin' [?], gettin' [?], we F'd up
All my live niggas hit up at your door, let's go
Front to the backdoor, go (We F'd up)
Chicago, Philly, San Diego (We F'd up)
Brooklyn, Saint Louis, ATL, go (We F'd up)

[Verse 2: Dank]
It's going down in here, my nigga pass the liquor
We get F'd up, we get asses quicker
Cause it's D hard mackin' girls regardless
It's get 'em all, F'd up and soon shakes the hardest
McNasty way, baby, that's what's up
And I'm looking way [?] my plastic cup
With the Rémy in my left hand, bottles, we go plenty
Fat booty, F'd up chicks, we got many
Frank, Dank and Dilla, nigga, that's what's up
We get live in the club and you all know, we F'd up

[Verse 3: Frank]
F'd up beyond all recognition
Tryna get this life get that thang in position
And I'ma keep it gangsta like a Tony Soprano
I'ma hit that thang gangsta have her singin' soprano
You can call me Bus-A-Bus as I pass the Courvoisier
And now it's a must that I loosen up bustier
You know Frank [?] take them clothes off
Mo' by the case, no white or [?]
And who got a light? It's time to spark
Smoke a doobie with a cutie grab a booty in the dark, right?
That's how we do it, it's McNasty
And when we get F'd up, we get nasty
Say, say, say

[Chorus: Frank-N-Dank & J Dilla]
To all my Detroit players, say we F'd up
To all my women in the club, we F'd up (Turn it up)
And if you're sipping on some, say we F'd up
We keepin' [?], gettin' [?], we F'd up
All my live niggas [?], let's go
Front to the backdoor, go (We F'd up)
Detroit, Compton, [?] (We F'd up)
[?] (We F'd up)

[Verse 4: J Dilla]
[?]

[Chorus: Frank-N-Dank & J Dilla]
To all my Detroit players, say we F'd up
To all my women in the club, we F'd up (Turn it up)
And if you're sipping on some, say we F'd up
We keepin' [?], gettin' [?], we F'd up
All my live niggas [?], let's go
Front to the backdoor, go (We F'd up)
U.K., Japan, c'mon, let's go (We F'd up)
To the East, to West, [?] (We F'd up)