"Gimme a pound thank you man" > Tim Dog. (repeat 2X then 4X faster). I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown. Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun. If you got beef beef then you'll get ground ground.
Intro:. Yeah I'ma get this one off for Eighty Seven Street. South side of Chicago Chicago everywhere check it. It's like c'mon y'all get live get down.
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in. That be scattering. Over the global my vocals be traveling unraveling my abdomen. It's slime that's babbling grammatics that are masculine.
This is a U A rhyme dedicate to the ca nine. Tch a ch tchk c'mere boy I said it's play time. It's time to play with the mind of a slimmie. I don't wanna be a freak but it's the dog in me.
Hey C.S. man umm. Yeah since you don't wanna gimme a dollar for no beer umm. why don't you gimme a lyrical shoutout on your album junior?. C'mon man gimme somethin man!.
[Common]. Yo.. I don't know what was on y'all niggaz birds(?). to go up to the boat - and start robbin old folks. Now see you done messed with the wrong old lady.
Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice. I'mma sip on it, check it out. . I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme. But my rhyme is better than yours.
Intro:. Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3). And check it out ha.. Verse 1:. My raps do laps around tracks and adapts. to any environment I'm the comma comma Chameleon.
Rough. . Never give up. . Oh Oh Oh. . Never give up. . Yeah yeah. . There is a place for us. so far away. but it's closer than it was yesterday. now we are riding.
[Common]. Yeah baby boy. In the place (for you and yours) to be. Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll. We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby.... Yo yo yo check it.
Intro:. Gotta watch out for them critters. I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4). Verse 1:. I was born in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking zsa zsa zsa zsa.
The rhyme I pick up trick up and like hiccup. (Hiccup!) This is a good place for a stickup. So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah. I Can Beat Mike Tyson plus I'm Fresh er than the Prince of Bel Air.
Yeah yeah, now check the method. . No time to get all excited, just write it. From the inside let the pen slide, and spread. The ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?).
Intro: Common. Yeah one two bless. Yeah yeah check it. I got my mellow Sean Lett. He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style. Eighty seven you know the bidness check it.
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop. To the beat ya'll and you don't stop. Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop. 1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop. Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop.
Whatup BITCH? I'm Peavey Wheatstraw. And you don't stop with the heidi heidi hoe. Hi hoe or bye hoe if you're lookin for a sucker. I'm just another motherfucker.
[Common]. Yeah, one two... Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?. Where ya at? (Yeah!). (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?. (You say you got ones, then bring that shit.
God bless.... . [D'Angelo]. hmmmmm..., doo doooo, doo doooo, yeah..., yeah..., oooh. Know I love my baby, My baby loves me. Layin in some heaven, need a little company.
Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x). . Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack. Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves.
You Troy, I'mma come on the rhythm. With a little communism. . Chick-a chick-a I'm. Chick-a chick-a on. Chick-a chick-a my. My, own shit. Like an entrepreneur, that stepped in manure.