No Games - Jaylib, Madlib, J Dilla

No jokes, no games, no gimmicks

Jaylib, no beat, but no limit

It’s so hot, the n-o-dot, o-n-e

Fo’sho dawg, off the top, we don’t sleep

It’s all work, no play, get mo' money

And mo' problems;

no doubt, but no cake

It’s no good, just like these rappers

No hood in 'em, knowing they some actors

The takeover, rap game makeover

It’s next year now, yesterday’s over

Time for new shit, «What can you do?»

shit

Nothing;

stick it up the you-know-what and

There’s no fake suckas around, by no means

There’s no half steppin' here, you know we

Some nomads, ‘cross the globe, you local

We loco, with Flo-Jo, you so-so

You know what’s up like oats, no can do

Can’t go for that clone shit, I demand you

Rap cats with no skills, know this:

Jaylib, we ain’t taking, no prisoners

We gon set shit off, like LoJack

All night like no doors, dough stacked

There’s no way, if no dough, it’s no deal

J Dil and Madlib, mo' real

And now you know

But knowing is only half the battle

Until y’all niggas get it together

Just turn up the bass and let ya trunk rattle