flip the kilos The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya More profit for your greedy ass No one to split the grip wit ya Common sense will keep you
(Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement
that right) I'm pimp ho's, pimp pens, (Common: Say what) Pimp rhythms, pimp flows, Pimp men (Common: and pimp what) Pimp systems Got stores called big pimpin (Common
to stage a, OOH SHIT, up in the sky You better watch out, I'm tellin you why Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah-follow-me-now Yo Common Sense
I got so much trouble on my mind So I take time Out my day To pray and I say Now I lay me down to sleep Hopin' that I keep My soul Peep I'm gettin
[Common] Cold-blooded, cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your-your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh - cold
Intro whispering: Let's talk about money Get money Common Sense want the money Let's talk about money. Common Sense: I... be... the one they call
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 Rap
Chorus: Bilal, Jill Scott Alright.....Okay [4X'] Alright......We'll make it funky for you now [Common] I'm a child of the ahh - The 87 ahh From the
[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
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
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew
the Late Show we ain't standin for that shit So my man right here he wrote a little song about it Why don't you sing it [Common] Ring the alarm
Chi-town's game-related and designed Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs Chorus Outro: Sean Lett, Common It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) Common Sense
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
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
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
[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
