[Intro: Pete Rock & J Dilla]
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!

[Verse 1: J Dilla, (Pete Rock)]
I got a crew we call Cake Boys - why?
'Cause we like to get dough (Owww!)
This Eastside boy be in the bar watchin' hoes get low (Say what?!)
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
It's Pay Jay, go on an' send a check, 'Next Day' FedEx
Yes, Jay said it, n***a, 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 Adidas (woo!)
And the heaters is kept where they supposed ta
Smoke ya like the Welcome poster
And Dilla got killers that'll gat ya boys, like Reese's Pops
Keep knots, like I'm Krumbsnatcha boy
When these two n***as collab, these n***as collapse
'Cause, see, it gets no hotter, holla at'cha boy
[Hook: 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' n***as, know how I feel-a

[Verse 2: 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 n***as 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, n***as appeal to that
13 in the game, makin' classic rap
And stay elusive
A lot of y'all fake-ass n***as wish you could 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 n***as know
Pete Rock blast off in 2004, uhh

[Hook: 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' n***as, know how I feel-a (Yeah)
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' n***as, know how I feel-a