Last Donut Of The Night Lyrics - Singles - J. Dilla

I'm not your superman, girl I'm your freaky friend 

I'm not your other guy 

I'm the nigga on your Ipod 

Pop fly get it like A-Rod, sometimes I'm too fly 

I think that I need wings, 

Girl I know your impressed by the things that money brings 

I'm not your other nigga 

I do it way bigger, c'mon on baby do the possible 

Last night she got on top of me, 

I gave it to her just how she likes 

Now she's back for more 

Now I gotta get down 

Walk to the club and prove to her 

Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love 

And even tho I don't be dancing I'ma gangsta nigga with gangsta rhythm 

Though it's easy to pretend, 

I know your not a fool 

I saw your eyes scouted bigger 

I rolled up in the Benz 

All this time you've been choosen, 

What you thought I'll never shine again well the jokes on you 

Well me I ain't tripping off small shit, 

I'm just pimpin' for privacy your my target 

Make sure you finish everything you started 

When you see the dick, don't act retarded 

If you suck me good, will do it again tomorrow 

Give it to you good how you uh story 

You like that then there's more where that comes from 

I like you so I call you a fun run 

Last night she got on top of me, 

I gave it to her just how she likes 

Now she's back for more 

Now I gotta get down 

Walk to the club and prove to her 

Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love 

She ain't never had it how I give it at all 

Keep the money comin' summer, spring, and fall 

I'ma real solid nigga plus my dick stand tall 

Mr always on a roll saying a new car 

Mr. cypress village accustomed to dealin' raw 

Get 'er all the mornin' I'ma do it to 'er 

You know how I like it, hit me after dark 

I'll be stuck on the block hot as pop tart 

I'm just trying to get some head before my show start 

Lil' mama got brain and she real real smart 

Told her I'm in the game 

Have money, have heart 

J. Stalin the name, live wire what I bang, 

Even though I'm wit the run, I still keep my thangs 

She in love with a nigga, she gon' wait up in the rain 

She know I run shit like major pain 

Call her wild west Oakland, she can run her whole game 

Last night she got on top of me, 

I gave it to her just how she likes 

Now she's back for more 

Now I gotta get down 

Walk to the club and prove to her 

Give me give me give me some of that grindin' love