So Far(Explicit) - J Dilla

So Far (Explicit) - J Dilla
Written by：J. Yancey/D. West
Let's go dave west dilla dawg collabo hot sh- hot sh- hot sh-
Turn it up yup
Oh it's the boy with the heat torching the beat
Of course it is me but unfortunately
No one's home
But you can hit me on the box
I'm busy on the block
Getting fifty on the crop biatch
No one's home
Getting ready to bounce with nitty on them gold dubs glow
Right to her house float her out cold buss stones
We gon' have some fun but no funds yo
I don't save 'em I'm sorry I don't love hoes
But I blow big blunt smoke
Keep one close and oh you don't want those
So catch sh*t the size of doughnut holes
Don't like surprises don't run slow
Spit it hot hit the titty to the topless
Get the party over when the mo' runs low
Get the trees out and hit it cause we's out
And she's 'bout to get it cause no one's home
Well what
At least that's what she told me you know
We was 'bout to exit the club swing to every truck you know
It's made me sit back and realize that what
Mcnas' is the sh*t
Uh oh oh
Nobody cares
Ain't no stopping us be a whole bunch of talk
Ain't no popping 'em cause
No one's home
But we out in the streets what
All day and night all blazin' high walk straight inside
Vip baby these days di
Pre-screens baby let me see id
I'm like pass the mo' case or no case
Out for cash so no paper no j no way
Like oj I'm hitting the gas
With the old j hid in my stash bounce
Just for the hater
Pissed cause the mcnas' clique rolls thick
With a fist full o' paper
Hit a twist up or swisha to blaze up
Get a whiff get a lift up in j's truck
I said it before pop up and get it poppin'
Quit the knocking there's no one home
So far I've come to find there's no one here
No life I fear
I came from nothing
They have done done done