Woo! Yeah, uh-huh   Uhh, turn it up, turn it up baby   Brand new, world premier   Pete Rock, ahh, Dilla Dawg   Jay Dee, yeah   Bring your crew dawgs      [J-Dilla]   I got a crew we call K-boys - why? Cause we like to get dough   The seaside boy be in the bar watchin hoes get low   Dilla Dawg and Pe-ter, skeet skeet   Spit shit on the track like Dog in _Beat Street_   When y'all need heat, just check the credits   Cause Pay J, gon' send a check next day FedEx   Yes J said it nigga, beats for trucks   Goin up in four months, need at least a buck   The way I rock ice you would think my name was Peter   Bitches tongues out like back in the day in the theatres (woo!)   And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta   Smoke ya like the welcome poster   And Dilla got killers that'll gat your boy like Reese's pop   Keep knots like a crumb snatcher boy   When these two niggaz collab', these niggaz collapse   Cause see it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy      [Chorus: Pete Rock]   Yeah, I spit fire at that ass   Many often wonder will hip-hop still last   Cause I'm the one they call the Boy Wonder   Fuckin with J-Dilla, rappin niggaz, know how I feel-a      [Pete Rock]   Yo, this is not child's play   Similar to a gat when my mind spray   I spit rhymes like a pro son, rappin shogun   I lunge at you niggaz with a bolo punch   It's the, Boy Wonder at the cruise control   Are you really ready for some super dynamite SOUL   Relax, let me spark the L   And leave smoke on the track as the tires peel   When I rock what's real niggaz appeal to that   13 in the game, makin classic rap   And stay elusive, a lot of y'all fake-ass niggaz   wish you can do this, passion from the heart makes you true in this   Music, #1 sound, overground   Make haste on the freeway like the Greyhound   And avoid these clowns and let real niggaz know   Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh      [Chorus] - repeat 2X