Jungle Love feat. MED & Guilty Simpson
J Dilla Lyrics


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Prolific, flow like blow, sniff it
Get zooted, banging that dope music
My mind is set, this year niggas better step it up
I get the job done way before the check is cut
I don't wrote write raps for free
If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
My motto is simple
Without that loot your instrumentals stay instrumentals
A blind man could see the kid's potential
And take notice so I grind and stay focused
If I was any hotter, I'd drink straight vodka
Spit out flames, and piss lava
That hot fam, try again
That's why I got hoes like firemen
You could plug 'em up to hydrants
I should push a big red truck with sirens
Got a flow that'll stop beginners
I maul y'all a shopping center
Every time I yell I say
J Detroit I to the L-L-A

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya

With that raw shit
Turn it up loud in your car shit
Finger tips split that cigar shit
Let's smoke nigga
Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya

J Detroit I to the L-L-A

I bang nothing but that raw shit
Neighbors bang on the wall pissed from the noise and the blunt scent
With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
For wondering how I stand still and still run this
Full stomach, hunger in the eyes, greedy
In your speezy take shit like nigga you don't need these
Titles and mics, homey you don't need these
My CD's tight like six niggas in a Sea Breeze
I flow so sick and won't sneeze
Sack hold craps with no cheese
Rap Gs, rubberband one hand I part your gold teeth
J Dilla my nigga I call him OG
The street symphony, epitome
The underdogs who grind hard for the victory
Get them weak rhymes outta my face
I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case




I'm back, don't stop til my lungs collapse
Til then close your eyes, nigga, imagine that

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics, J Dilla Ft. M.E.D. & Guilty Simpson are describing their dedication to their music and their determination to succeed. They boast about their skills as rappers and their ability to create high-quality music that will get people to listen. They also stress the importance of making money from their music, as without money, their instrumentals cannot be realized. They are confident in their abilities and are focused on their craft, as evidenced by the line "My mind is set, this year n***** better step it up."


Line by Line Meaning

Prolific, flow like blow, sniff it
I am a talented artist and my flow is addictive like cocaine. Listen to me and get high on my music


Get zooted, banging that dope music
Get high and listen to my great music


My mind is set, this year niggas better step it up
I am determined to succeed this year and I challenge others to bring their A-game


I get the job done way before the check is cut
I am so efficient that I complete my work before getting paid


I don't wrote write raps for free
I don't rap for free, I need to get paid for my work


If I did, I won't make it like Shaq from three
If I worked for free, I wouldn't be successful like Shaquille O'Neal shooting three-pointers


My motto is simple
I have a simple code to live by


Without that loot your instrumentals stay instrumentals
Without money, your musical creations will remain unfinished


A blind man could see the kid's potential
Even a person who is visually impaired can recognize my talent


And take notice so I grind and stay focused
People notice my talent and I work hard to maintain my focus


If I was any hotter, I'd drink straight vodka
I am already so hot, that if I were any hotter, I would consume flammable alcohol to cool down


Spit out flames, and piss lava
I am so talented that I emit fire and lava when I perform


That hot fam, try again
I am too good for others to match my talent, they should try harder


That's why I got hoes like firemen
I have many women wanting me, just like firefighters have many hoses available to put out fires


You could plug 'em up to hydrants
The women are so plentiful that they can be compared to fire hydrants, which produce water in abundance


I should push a big red truck with sirens
I am so skilled and talented that I deserve to be celebrated and recognized with a firetruck-like vehicle, complete with blaring sirens


Got a flow that'll stop beginners
My rap skills are so advanced that they would intimidate and discourage novice rappers


I maul y'all a shopping center
I humiliate and destroy the competition in such a way that it would be comparable to a massive retail store being brought to rubble


Every time I yell I say J Detroit I to the L-L-A
I often yell out my name, J Dilla, along with my hometown, Detroit


With that raw shit
My music is unfiltered and raw


Turn it up loud in your car shit
Play my music loudly in your car stereo


Finger tips split that cigar shit
I split my cigar with my fingertips as a way to show my skill and dexterity


Let's smoke nigga
Let's light up a cigar and relax


Holler at your mans, I'll blow with ya
Contact your friends, and I will smoke cigars with them too


I bang nothing but that raw shit
I create and perform only the rawest and most unfiltered music


Neighbors bang on the wall pissed from the noise and the blunt scent
My musical volume and smoke from my cigar is disturbing my neighbors


With a chick getting blown like a trumpet
I am receiving oral sex from a woman, which is compared to the act of playing a trumpet


For wondering how I stand still and still run this
For those who are curious about how I can remain calm and stationary while still maintaining my immense success


Full stomach, hunger in the eyes, greedy
I am well-fed, but I am still driven by my hunger and greed to continue being successful


In your speezy take shit like nigga you don't need these
I am advising other rappers not to waste their energy or resources on unnecessary things


Titles and mics, homey you don't need these
You don't need official titles or microphones to be a successful rapper


My CD's tight like six niggas in a Sea Breeze
My album is as good and cohesive as a group of six people fitting into one small space


I flow so sick and won't sneeze
I am so good at rapping that I won't make mistakes or need to stop mid-performance


Sack hold craps with no cheese
I gamble (play craps) successfully without any luck or advantages, like having cheese (money) in the game


Rap Gs, rubberband one hand I part your gold teeth
I am a successful rapper, and I have enough money (Gs) to hold with one hand and still rob you of your gold teeth


J Dilla my nigga I call him OG
I refer to J Dilla as an original gangster (OG)


The street symphony, epitome
My music represents and highlights the sound and culture of the streets perfectly


The underdogs who grind hard for the victory
I am a representative of the marginalized and underrepresented, who work hard to achieve success


Get them weak rhymes outta my face
I don't want to be presented with poor and unimpressive lyrics


I clap 16 bars that might catch me a case
My impressive and powerful lyrics might get me into trouble with the law


I'm back, don't stop til my lungs collapse
I am ready and eager to return to the rap scene, and I won't stop pushing myself until I physically cannot continue


Til then close your eyes, nigga, imagine that
Until that day comes, close your eyes and imagine my success and greatness




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BYRON SIMPSON, JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, N. JACKSON

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Comments from YouTube:

@AgentZ7

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion; but if you don't like J Dilla, you crazy. He touched the whole hip hop archive.... RIP to the legendary.

@GhostSamaritan

Don't like his beats at all, but respect the grind.

@_SaXoN_

​@@GhostSamaritan lol what

@Ayplus

Top 5 rawest tracks ever.

@DTecksVision

BOOM BOOM SLAP....SLAP.....BOOM BOOM SLAP...SLAP #GOODMUSIC RIP J Dilla

@macdabluepanther

One of the best albums of the 2000s ya dig!!

@l33mmusic

Beat is so hard you don’t even need a snare!

@illanoize11

This was the song that was played in the final battle between Larry from Les Twins and J-Boogie at Hip Hop International All-styles one on one battles in Las Vegas two days ago. Soooo siiick.

@bigcp500

been lookin for this for forever

@Nabeyin

those have to be the deadliest tambourines ive EVER heard in a beat

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