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You know they be asking ’bout Common, where he at? I’m doing what I do, hip hop, thats 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 na, who I am The ’87 nigga used to rah rah in the jam Ow 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 aint true to it, callate la boca Get my drink on like a coaster Post up on a wall, a mic, used to live off Hip Hop Master cleanse, I’mma get my shit off Rollin’ in a Maserati Gran with the lid off I bit off 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 muthfuckers Yeah my man, muthafcker Then come around my crib You know where I’m from Letras de cancionesSome hoes ass niggas Singing all around me man, la la la You aint muthafucking Frank Sinatra Uh, lil bitch Yeah, this the raw right here Yeah this the raw right here nigga Sweet muthafuckas Sweet ass bitch muthafucka Wa da da da, wa dada dada da 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 vain The hero that he know, that he cold like winters 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 it’s 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 aint the type of nigga to go against me You get in my presence you gon’ feel like a little hoe You aint 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 hoe, you know you sweet Aint 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 (Grazie a Meddfor per questo testo) From Letras Mania