[19 seconds of ad libs to start] [J 
Dilla:] Turn me up, a little louder 
Get it crunk yeah, let's get 'em riled up 
Let's go! This only for my real *****z 
Big truck, fill the lane, fifth wheel with it 
Stink pink gators, my 
Detroit players Game like 
A out of 'toire, these boys hate us 
We let the morgue-ies tell the whole story 
Bounce in the Ford and watch ya hoes board it 
Party up, get live with it 
Start it up, put it in drive and whip it 
Move, *****! Get out the way 
I'm bouncin I'm all in and out the lanes 
It's not the game, ****in *****z up 
Like what tigga-what tigga-what tigga-WHAT~! "The 
Low End Theory, " all you feel is the bottom 
You ain't gotta wait to chop, the 
Dilla's got 'em Better get 'em, where you at bro? 
Say Dilla hang corners in a 'Llac bro 
Cake boys doin it big, we outta control 
This one is for the real *****z out on the roll 
Let's go! [Chorus: x2] 
Get live, reach for the sky 
For the real *****z with the beat in the ride 
You can turn your bass up another notch if you want