It's Like That Lyrics - Welcome 2 Detroit - J. Dilla

[Jay-Z] 

Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga 

Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea ! 

[Kid Capri} 

It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z 

Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo ! 

Verse One: Jay-Z 

As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist 

Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain 

And had to numb it with baste 

Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase 

I needed something to chase 

Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste 

Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place 

Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past 

I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin 

Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women 

If it's not him then you got it confused, why'all not remembering, 

My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, 

I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ? 

I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, 

If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood 

I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still 

Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ? 

Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit 

Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist 

Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game 

This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain 

And burn, then I recycle my life 

I shall return 

Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z 

[Woman] 

How tight is your flow ? 

[Jay-Z] 

Cause I'm like that yo ! 

[Woman] 

How right is your dough ? 

[Jay-Z] 

Cause I'm like that yo ! 

[Woman] 

How white is your blow ? 

[Jay-Z] 

Cause I'm like that yo ! 

[Woman] 

Only writers you know 

[Jay-Z] 

Cause I'm like that 

Verse 2: Jay-Z 

I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump 

Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump 

Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want 

? 

Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, 

And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper 

Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas 

Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha] 

Fuck hot my records got the fever 

Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up 

I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up 

And shoes off, bout to snooze off 

Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off 

You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all 

I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks 

But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats 

Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs 

What's fuckin with that ? 

why'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that 

Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh] 

Rappers why'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down 

Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around 

Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown 

I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one 

Chorus : Repeat 3x 

[Jay-Z]: Repeat 2x til fade 

Girls and guns, all i want 

stock exchange, rocks and thangs