Lyrics Come Get It - J Dilla
Uh
Elzhi
J
Dilla
rock
on
Yo
I
heard
you
was
lookin
for
me
Well
its
sort
a
like
you
lookin
to
be
in
the
wrong
place
With
your
arms
waving
getting
took
for
ya
things
That
ice
emblem
ya
Benjamin
and
ya
Timberland
My
raps
finish
'em
like
strokes
to
black
citizens
Attack
ya
women
friend
Pull
her
hair
til
its
straight
like
she
half
Indian
Collapse
many
men
doing
laps
around
meridian
Aim
for
ya
chest
like
I'm
a
titty
man
Wit
a
fetish
for
feelin
him
with
a
iron
fist
that
lift
like
helium
What
y'all
niggas
want
shock
therapy
Ya
pop
barely
and
fold
up
Ya
never
blow
up
no
You
full
of
hot
air
to
me
Another
rapper
claimin
he
hot
But
couldn't
be
if
he
was
Damien's
pop
That
was
once
an
angel
from
God
Get
my
jock
out
ya
mouth
now
that
I'm
hot
Can't
believe
nigga's
a
stoop
so
low
til
they
limbo
with
the
cock
Well
I'm
Tryin
to
get
over
like
a
Alche
to
sober
nights
Y'all
niggas
ain't
spittin
y'all
just
soakin
mic
Getting
hot
headed
But
my
shoulders
ice
that's
why
I
catch
the
cold
eye
That's
why
you
catchin
holes
guy
inside
ya
four
door
ride
I
left
four
more
slide
from
out
the
barrel
Then
my
niggas
speed
a
punch
you
in
ya
back
to
knock
you
out
apparel
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
You
lookin
for
me
under
a
rock,
a
bush,
or
a
tree
I
jump
on
ya
block
and
stomp
you
til
my
foot
is
asleep
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
You
lookin
for
me
run
in
ya
spot
bullet
and
heat
I
bust
off
a
Glock
and
snuff
you
til
you
put
in
the
deep
((((If
you
want
it,
come
and
get
it))))
Get
ya
best
nigga
out
ya
brigade
Bet
everything
becomes
vague
Clothes
become
beige
And
hearing
sweet
serenades
and
grenades
I
bomb
like
Saddam
twice
Smoke
fills
the
room
like
the
intercom
vice
I'm
wicked
enough
to
punch
you
in
your
inner
mind's
eye
Until
you
black
out
and
wake
up
within
the
land
of
Mt.
Zion
Whack
niggas
get
screamed
on
And
highly
retire
I
got
the
eye
of
the
tiger
like
Rocky's
theme
song
Step
in
the
concrete
jungle
I
bust
you
til
you
see
doubles
Then
watch
all
four
of
me
reach
for
you
The
heat
bubble
ready
to
cock
back
I'm
aimin
shots
at
any
nigga
I
even
got
midgets
wit
triggers
hidden
inside
of
top
hats
Ready
to
kill
ya
We
fully
armed
like
Dr.
Octagon
Skinny
limbs
that
flip
cocky
arm
Cough
up
lung
if
you
wanna
tango
Best
run
ya
ankles
You
ain't
fly
Ya
vocals
sound
dry
like
they
under
rain
coats
And
the
same
niggas
that's
still
after
me
They
get
chills
when
it
get
back
to
me
Then
peel
back
they
feet
like
an
athelete
Then
when
they
turn
they
back
to
me
dramatically
Them
and
the
ground
collide
til
they
pop
up
on
the
other
side
with
the
Japanese
I
mean
business
To
oppose
would
be
suicide
Ya
middle
name
would
be
mud
like
kalauah
slide
All
you
hear
is
slugs
So
you
move
and
dodge
And
try
to
run
for
cover
I'm
on
some
other,
other,
other
Skip
ya
level
I'm
above
that
So
what
you
love
rap
and
you
want
mine
I
make
ya
very
punchline
sound
like
love
taps
They
don't
hit
right
Throw
ya
fist
right
I
fist
fight
with
a
mic
To
submit
like
To
ya
insight
Then
I'm
a
leave
ya
area
walked
you
Arogant
dogs
They
claim
you
carryin
sparks
but
couldn't
bury
a
corpse
Ha
huh
say
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
You
lookin
for
me
under
a
rock,
a
bush
or
a
tree
I
jump
on
ya
block
and
stomp
you
til
my
foot
is
asleep
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
What
you
want,
what
you
want,
where
you
at,
where
you
at
You
lookin
for
me
run
in
ya
spot
bullet
and
heat
I
bust
off
a
Glock
and
snuff
you
til
you
put
in
the
deep
Say
uh
((((If
you
want
it
come
and
get
it))))
Album
Welcome To Detroit
1 Its Like That
2 Welcome To Detroit
3 Y’all Ain’t Ready
4 Think Twice
5 The Clapper
6 Come Get It
7 Pause
8 B.B.E. (Big Booty Express)
9 Beej-N-Dem Pt. 2
10 Brazilian Groove (EWF)
11 Give It Up
12 Rico Suave Bossa Nova
13 Feat. Phat Kat
14 Shake It Down
15 African Rhythms
16 One
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