Common - Real Nigga Quotes Lyrics
Common:One two, one two, one twoYo, I be the big illinois, here to build and destroyI come on your deck, on your setOn your strip, through your burroughRippin any mutha*****a that steps towards meYeah, I got power like floors beYo, check it out yallReal nigga quotes I tote, got some shit on the free butThis some shit that I wrote, legendary like the goatWho got game?Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notesMy album, niggaz was expectin, now my water brokeBefore it, I was sorta brokeGet the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscopeOn a curry goat, like flu stokes order cokeYou sharp with your rings and chain but you short a ropeAt the end of the road trip still, ima hold shit down like syndromeRappers are like fox brown tryin to get homeRarely get your touchdown, Im in the end zoneYou cant honor what Im on, then ***** nigga, get gone>from the wind storm, Ive been told the street folkloreBody language spoke raw, dont talk to broads that are spoke forThat provokes war, stand out like cold soresYou claim that you hard but you wholecoreGeorge bush and cia, you movin old orWrite like mention for publishin but you sold yoursChorus: dug infiniteCom got rhymes, dug make beatsStyle complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet(on the real)you know the shit be real(x5)(down on the real to real)Common:Chicka-chicka-m-chicka-c-chicka-m and myPeople call me com and collective with prospectiveI draw crowds, go off like car alarm soundsBomb like nam sounds, tell yo ***** to calm downUnless you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat offOn ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad coughThis craig nigga stole a style and aint take the tag offPlayin yourself, you cant come with it, so you jack offMore heart than an artery, jones in my bonesTo see thugs in harmony, its gonna be some dramaIf you try to sit com down, this aint comedyShit is real like a station property, crew is formin coloniesCommonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahoganyOn every rap hook, soundin like a dog to meIn a reservoir, I flow and goOn and on, like erykah or etceteraDesignated not to make hits but hit homeOut of proportion, hit makers get blown(scratching)(on the real)Chorus: dug infiniteCommon:R and b studs kill me with they hardcore balladsLove songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silentI hate to staple the singers together, but in my headIts been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on marvin gayeWhere all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets meMcs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz immatureWearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, Im there with mobBukein niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job(scratching)(on the real)Chorus(x2)(dont front)(echoed)
