Common Real Nigga Quotes Lyrics

One Day It’ll All Make Sense Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Introspective
  • 2 Invocation
  • 3 Real Nigga Quotes
  • 4 Retrospect for Life
  • 5 Gettin’ Down at the Amphitheater
  • 6 Food for Funk
  • 7 G.O.D. (Gaining One’s Definition)
  • 8 My City
  • 9 Hungry
  • 10 All Night Long
  • 11 Stolen Moments, Part I
  • 12 Stolen Moments, Part II
  • 13 1’2 Many…
  • 14 Stolen Moments, Part III (intro/outro)
  • 15 Making a Name for Ourselves
  • 16 Reminding Me (of Sef)
  • 17 Pop’s Rap, Part II / Fatherhood
  • Common:
    One two one two one two
    Yo I be the Big Illinois here to build and destroy
    I come on your deck on your set
    On your strip through your burrough
    Rippin any muthafucka that steps towards me
    Yeah I got power like floors be
    Yo check it out y'all

    Real nigga quotes I tote got some shit on the free but
    This some shit that I wrote legendary like the goat
    Who got game?
    Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
    My album, niggaz was expectin, now my water broke
    Before it, I was sorta broke
    Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope
    On a curry goat, like flu stokes order coke
    You sharp with your rings and chain but you short a rope
    At the end of the road trip still, I'ma hold shit down like syndrome
    Rappers are like Fox Brown tryin to get home
    Rarely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone
    You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga, get gone
    >From the wind storm, I've been told the street folklore
    Body language spoke raw, don't talk to broads that are spoke for
    That provokes war, stand out like cold sores
    You claim that you hard but you wholecore
    George Bush and CIA, you movin old or
    Write like mention for publishin but you sold yours

    chorus: Dug Infinite
    Com got rhymes, Dug make beats
    Style 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 my
    People call me Com and collective with prospective
    I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds
    Bomb like 'Nam sounds, tell yo bitch to calm down
    Unless you want to get me skull askin me to take my hat off
    On ill raps, I spit as if I had a bad cough
    This Craig nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off
    Playin yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off
    More heart than an artery, jones in my bones
    To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama
    If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy
    Shit is real like a station property, crew is formin colonies
    Commonly, I hear these rats thinkin they mahogany
    On every rap hook, soundin like a dog to me
    In a reservoir, I flow and go
    On and on, like Erykah or etcetera
    Designated not to make hits but hit home
    Out of proportion, hit makers get blown
    (scratching)(on the real)

    chorus: Dug Infinite

    Common:
    R and B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads
    Love songs is violent, them niggaz whole style is silent
    I hate to Staple the singers together, but in my head
    It's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
    Where all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me
    MCs be insecure, like them little hoe niggaz Immature
    Wearin bobs, if I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob
    Bukein niggaz and pullin broads is the apparent job
    (scratching)(on the real)

    chorus(x2)
    (don't front)(echoed)


    Written by: Douglas Mckinley Thomas, Lonnie Rashid Lynn
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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