🎵 The Anthem (Kanye West Version) // by J Dilla

5 ContributorsThe Anthem (Kanye West Version) Lyrics [Intro: J Dilla] Kanye West – hot shit (Oh! Oh! Oh!) Yeah! What! What! (Bang!) Uh! Frank-N-Dank in here (Bang!) Uh! Dilla Dawg in here (Bang! Bang) Got McNast' in here (Bang! What?) Set it off in here (pfft–Bang!) Show you how we put it down, dirty (Uh! Uh-ohh!) [Verse 1: J Dilla, (Frank Nitty)] Who is it?! McNasty and niggas from the block, to the bar for the Rémy and rocks D-I' be V.I.P. – straight to the back B-I-T-see-How she'll shake for the stacks I plays with the cake, get a case of the Black One straight to the face, and a Ace to the Jack We gon' pass that around to my mans and then "Drink up!" – chinked up off of ghanz and Henn And then get the dinn' and the Cris' served Get the pen, get the yens – get the picture? One to the two, 'gun' to the 'shoot' Cake Boys in the club (Cake Boys! Ooo-ooo!) – with funds through the roof We got chips and clips with grips up in the whip Sick with the flip and fifth – uh! What did Tip say? "Si boops, si boops"? Sip up, sip up – for the the hook-the hook Oh! [Chorus: J Dilla] To all my Detroit players, say – "we 'F'-ed up!" To all my women in the club – we 'F'-ed up! (Turn it up! Uh!) And if you're sipping on some'n, say – "we 'F'-ed up!" We gettin' blowed, gettin' crunk – we 'F'-ed up! (Uh!) All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go Front to the back door – go! We 'F'-ed up! Chicago, Philly, San Diego – we 'F'-ed up! Brooklyn, St. Louis, ATL – go! We 'F'-ed up! [Verse 2: Dankery Harv, (J Dilla)] It's goin' down in here, my niggas, pass the liquor (Go!) We get 'F'-ed up, we get asses quicker 'Cause it's – D Harv, mackin' girls regardless Get 'em all 'F'-ed up and see who shakes the hardest McNasty way, baby, that's what's up And I'm looking way gangsta with my plastic cup With the Rémy in the left hand; bottles – we got plenty (Plenty...) Fat booty 'F'-ed up chicks – we got many (Many...) Frank, Dank, and Dilla, nigga – that's what's up We get live in the club and you all know we 'F'-ed up! [Verse 3: Frank Nitt, (J Dilla)] 'F'-ed up beyond all recognition Tryna get this lightskinned thang in position And I'ma keep it gangsta, like I'm Tony Soprano (Gangsta...) I'ma hit that thang gangsta, have her singin' soprano (Gangsta...) You can call me Bus-A-Bus, as I "Pass the Courvoisier" And now it's a must that I loosen her bustier You know Frank Nitty said "Take Dem Clothes Off" Mo' by the case – Mo' White, Moët Dark And who got a blunt? It's time to spark Smoke a doobie with a cutie, grab her booty in the dark, right? That's how we do it – it's McNasty! And when we get 'F'-ed up, we get nasty! Sick [Chorus: J Dilla] To all my Detroit players, say – "We 'F'-ed up!" To all my women in the club – we 'F'-ed up! And if you're sipping on some'n, say – "we 'F'-ed up!" We gettin' blowed, gettin' crunk – we 'F'-ed up! All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go Front to the back row – go! "We 'F'-ed up!" Detroit, Compton, and the Bay, go – "We 'F'-ed up!" The Big 'Natti, Portland, V.A. – go! "We 'F'-ed up!" [Verse 4: J Dilla] Back up–the infamous The one that hit, never miss Own a certificate – For po' pimpin' ya chick This rap cat getting fat from gold diggers for kicks They want nothin' but doe, get nothin' but dis These [niggas] be handcuffin' they chicks [Bitches] see ya step in the club Our team got a rep in the club My peeps know they lettin' in thugs –  Just tryna get us a buzz And find us a heffer to fuck 'Til they good from the medicine puffed – right in the back Ready to exit the club and right to the 'Lac I'm like Usher, let's "ride, ride, ride..." Straight to the telly, lemme see ya "ay-yi-yi!" Shorty got a friend – I can probably bend the two They 'F'-ed up off of gin and juice Up in the truck, getting loose Ya'll know what we fin' to do And if one too 'F'-ed up – her friend will do (Freak, freak, y'all!) [Chorus: J Dilla] To all my Detroit players, say – "We 'F'-ed up!" (Uh! What!) To all my women in the club – we 'F'-ed up! (We up!) And if you're sipping on some'n, say – "We 'F'-ed up!" (Uh!) We gettin' blowed, gettin' crunk – we 'F'-ed up! All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go Front to the back row – go! "We 'F'-ed up!" UK, Japan, come on – let's go! "We 'F'-ed up!" To the East, the West, and Midwest – go! We 'F'-ed up! [Outro: J Dilla] Go! Go! Go! Go! (Ohhh!) The Midwest – go! Go! (Ohhh! What!) Uh! Uh! (Oh! Oh!) All my live niggas – get up ya doe, let's go Front to the back row – go! Go! Go! Keep workin' it, twerkin' it...