[Intro x3: Common]
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Common: Hook]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Through your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
Cuz, this is hip hop, baby
I'm gonna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Common: Verse 1]
Live from the south side, this one
Hide your gun
Representin' Chi Town to the fullest
Raps are bullets
See those rappers, they be dunkin'
When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin'
On the sink, got my momma a mink
Common is the link
Thought the game was extinct
Lady
Them jeans is a Slim Shady
Brought them back from the 80's
Now, let's make some babies
Freestyle paid off
Lincoln Paid Me"
Now we can push more links than slavery
Alex Haley of this Rap Shit
My roots is deep
You heard the bitch in you
Yeah, I know what's beef
Let it cook
And I pop like grease
You thirsty niggers can't shot my feast
Ugh
I still love her, she be needin' a dick
When it comes to hip hop, it's just me and my bitch
[Common: Hook]
[Pharell: Verse 2]
Lady
You're like, "What the fuck is the weather?"
My name crossed my nose
So, I quickly bought another
Sorry, Mr. William moved out the building
Spot to the top 50 feet was the ceiling [?]
Slow down, son, you're killing them
Well, funding it was not
She reveals reminisce, and gives me chills
When Puff was with Biggie
This, I cheat on every niggy
Like a cop deportion [?] drove through a city
Now, all the little bitties, don't argue with the pretty
I was a magician as Marazo [?] made a missin'
My dick is like a blow-pop, baby
And if it gets stiff, get some Botox, baby
A show out, baby, now show me you gonna act right
And I'll be cuddling backwards like a track byte [?]
She don't know the Casio cost 100
It's been two years since I've done it
Now, all the rappers want it
What?
[Common: Hook]
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Common: Hook]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Through your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
Cuz, this is hip hop, baby
I'm gonna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Common: Verse 1]
Live from the south side, this one
Hide your gun
Representin' Chi Town to the fullest
Raps are bullets
See those rappers, they be dunkin'
When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin'
On the sink, got my momma a mink
Common is the link
Thought the game was extinct
Lady
Them jeans is a Slim Shady
Brought them back from the 80's
Now, let's make some babies
Freestyle paid off
Lincoln Paid Me"
Now we can push more links than slavery
Alex Haley of this Rap Shit
My roots is deep
You heard the bitch in you
Yeah, I know what's beef
Let it cook
And I pop like grease
You thirsty niggers can't shot my feast
Ugh
I still love her, she be needin' a dick
When it comes to hip hop, it's just me and my bitch
[Common: Hook]
[Pharell: Verse 2]
Lady
You're like, "What the fuck is the weather?"
My name crossed my nose
So, I quickly bought another
Sorry, Mr. William moved out the building
Spot to the top 50 feet was the ceiling [?]
Slow down, son, you're killing them
Well, funding it was not
She reveals reminisce, and gives me chills
When Puff was with Biggie
This, I cheat on every niggy
Like a cop deportion [?] drove through a city
Now, all the little bitties, don't argue with the pretty
I was a magician as Marazo [?] made a missin'
My dick is like a blow-pop, baby
And if it gets stiff, get some Botox, baby
A show out, baby, now show me you gonna act right
And I'll be cuddling backwards like a track byte [?]
She don't know the Casio cost 100
It's been two years since I've done it
Now, all the rappers want it
What?
[Common: Hook]
