Cleanin’ It Up lyrics

by

J Dilla


It goes like what up man
What up man
What the heck the beat's
What the vocals can
And anybody asking if the crew don't spaz
Til' the man that leaves last puts up widdit
I'm in this piece the people's widdit (quick pause)
Velvet on the robe and it match the fitted
See we struggle for the evening and live in our sleep
Best believe the homie don't lose a peep
We jot on sheets even go online
Get freaky with a concubine...
Lookin at life like it lost its mind
What you seek is what you find
I got mine, and she thick as heck
My logic's wrecked
The man's onset with a check
I mean I never seen so many O's
And to think I have so many flows..
It's B-Double snitch, C.O. reppin'
Still the one brandishing a brand new weapon
And this time the mind's gonna get me through
No thanks to you know who...
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