| | Announcement (Sped Up) Lyrics Artist(Band):Common
I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby Everybody I'd like to announce Throw you hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out 'Cause this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby Live from the South Side this one Hide your gun, representing Chi-Town to the fullest Raps or bullets, see them rappers, they be duckin' When Com be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin' On the sink, got my mama a mink Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct Lay there, them jeans is as slim as Shady Brought 'em back from the 80's, now let's make some babies Freestyle paid off so Lincoln paid me No we can push more whips than slavery Alex Haley and this rap shit, my roots is deep You heard the bitch is you, yeah I know what's beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty niggas can't stop my feast, uh I still love her, she be needin' the dick When it come to hip hop it's just me and my bitch, uh Everybody I'd like to announce Throw you hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out 'Cause this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby Baby, you're like, what the fuck? There is no other Valet crushed my Rolls so quickly I bought another Sorry Mr. William moved out the building Spot to the top, fifty feet with was the ceiling Slow down son, you're killin' 'em, well funded it was not Came to shitty deals, reminiscing give me chills When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every niggie The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his city Now all the little bitties from ugly to pretty I was the magician mesmerize 'em, made 'em listen My dick is like a Blow Pop baby And it gets stiffer than some Botox baby But show out baby and show me you ain't gon' act right And I'll be pedaling backwards like a track bike She ain't know the Casio cost a hundred It's been two years since I done it, now all the rappers want it, what? Everybody I'd like to announce Throw you hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out 'Cause this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack I'll probably go to jail for, naw that ain't me I style crazy and act like Jay-Z The black Kojak, I get money and want mo' stacks The rap photographer, the way the flow stop Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?" "Yeah yeah, I philosophize on top of ya" Uh! Everybody I'd like to announce Throw you hands up when we in the house Yeah, this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gon' do it till they kickin' us out 'Cause this is hip hop baby I'm fin' to take you to the tip top baby If you find some error in Announcement (Sped Up) Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Announcement (Sped Up) The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Common" Music | |
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