You know they be asking 'bout Common, where he at? What that man doing now? I'm doing what I do, Hip-Hop That's what I do Yeah
How can I say this, fuck it I'm the greatest I am the A-list for all these great debaters A lot of ya'll nah nah, forgot now who I am The '87 nigga used to rah rah in the jam Aw yeah, we put them things in the air When I drop a single, it's really like a pair Of Air Jordans, important to the culture If you ain't true to it, cállate la boca Get my drink on like a coaster Post up on the wall that Mike used to live off Hip-hop Master Cleansin', I'mma get my shit off Rollin' in a Maserati Gran with the lid off I bit all like a monster, live nigga this is my encore Encore, encore, I rhyme for the commoners My name synonymous with prominence I'm to Hip-Hop what Obama is to politics Common is
Yeah, man Y'all niggas man, you soft muthafuckers Yeah my man, muthafucker Then come around my crib You know where I'm from Some ho ass niggas Singing all around me man, la la la You ain't muthafucking Frank Sinatra Uh, lil' bitch Yeah, this the raw right here This the raw right here nigga Sweet muthafucka Sweet ass bitch muthafucka
Wa da da da, wa dada dada dang The C-O double-M O-N, I'm not playin' Da da man at work, I make my own lane I'm the franchise so I rock my own chain No I said give 'em that 80?s cocaine Somethin' raw, something pure so I stayed in that vein The hero that he know, that he cold Like when it's below in the Geo, wipe ya feet off in the Regal I'm king, observe the throne and the dream I have it, supreme like mathematics Yeah, I rep the fresh air for you asthmatic rap addicts Pro black magic, this is semi-automatic Rap we won't jam in traffic The game need direction, I'm here to map it Uh, some people say that they be missing creativity But when it come to hip-hop, it begins and ends with me Sweet
You know man, you should know where I come from You should know who I am nigga You should never wanna go against me You know man, you too soft for that man I be seeing you man, I see it in your eyes man You ain't the type of nigga that could go against me You get in my presence you gon' feel like a little ho You ain't a man yet, you tryna be somebody else Man, be yourself man, you come around my crib, you get your shit took Huh! Wherever you go, you probably be overseas in Europe and get yo shit took You's a ho, you know you sweet Ain't nothing you can do man, people see that man Broads be seeing you sweet Done wit' you muthafuckas, it's over for you It's over for you It's over, sweet muthafucka
Writer/s: ERNEST WILSON, JET SAMPLE, LONNIE RASHID LYNN
Publisher: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
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