[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 n***as 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 n***as – 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 n***as, 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, n***a – 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 n***as – 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 [n***as] 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 n***as – 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 n***as – get up ya doe, let's go
Front to the back row – go! Go! Go!
Keep workin' it, twerkin' it...