For the Nasty (Madlib Remix) lyrics

[Part I: The Nazz]

[Lord Buckley]
"They gonna get it—"
"They gonna get it straight!"

[Part II: For the Nasty]

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Lord Buckley & Busta Rhymes]
Close the door, akh ("Go— go—")
Let a n*gga rock ("Uh!")
Cause we 'bout to eat real sh*t, not sh*t slop ("Ooh!")
n*gga can't say sh*t about this hip-hop ("Uh!")
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop ("Ooh!")
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein Rock ("Uh!")
It's a high stake game, dudes are playing it ("Ooh!")
I be questioning a lot of y'all who made it in ("Uh!")
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha-ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get an ass shake for the beat, girl
Get a lil' eye wink, throw a tongue twirl ("Uh!")
We gotta him locked smashed in, tied down ("Ooh!")
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these n*ggas, Bus-a-Bus, now (Say it! "Ooh!")
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Lord Buckley]
(Ugh) Pardon me (Ugh), gimme room again
It's time to raise the level of the boom again
(Now who's that?!) Bus-a-Bus-a-Bus Rhyme (Rahhh, "Uh!")
See, I ain't do that in a long time! ("Ooh!")
Spitting sh*t, make the streets do more crime ("Uh!")
Cop some cribs, cop a little more shine
Alright, yeah (Shh-shh), mm, I pity y'all ("Uh!")
The way I bang n*ggas, and how I sh*t on y'all ("Ooh!")
And spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y'all ("Uh!")
And do my thang, b*tch, from here to Senegal
We getting a lot of money, me and my friend, Kamaal ("Uh!")
I take your money too, I ain't a friend of y'all
With so much class, my sh*t will kill ya, blood
Zhe-zhe-zhe-zhe, zhe-zhe—when I don't wanna rap ("Ooh!")
And still I will smash and make the b*tches make it clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back (Say it! "Ooh!")

[Verse 3: Q-Tip & Lord Buckley]
When the beat bang, and you're in the club ("Uh!")
When you listen and you feel a thud ("Ooh!")
When you hear my voice, understand the love ("Uh!")
When the DJ spins it back, it's a friendly rub
But when I'm behind, I cannot be kind ("Uh!")
With your waistline and the way you move
[Part III: Freestyle / Brooklyn Zoo / Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Live)]

[Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Q-Tip & Lord Buckley]
"[?], right?" (Aight?)
"Blast this sh*t!
f*ck that
("Uh!")
Youknowhatimsayin'?"