Common Sweet Lyrics

The Dreamer / The Believer Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Dreamer
  • 2 Ghetto Dreams
  • 3 Blue Sky
  • 4 Sweet
  • 5 Gold
  • 6 Lovin’ I Lost
  • 7 Raw (How You Like It)
  • 8 Cloth
  • 9 Celebrate
  • 10 Windows
  • 11 The Believer
  • 12 Pops Belief
  • [Intro]
    You know they be asking 'bout Common, where he at?
    I'm doing what I do, hip hop, thats what I do

    [Common - Verse 1]
    How can I say this, f___ 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 n____ 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 ?, I'mma get my s___ off
    Rollin' in a Maserati Gran with the lid off
    I bit off like a monster, live n____ 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 n____s man, you soft muthfuckers
    Yeah my man, m____fcker
    Then come around my crib
    You know where I'm from
    Some hoes a__ n____s
    Singing all around me man, la la la
    You aint m____f-cking Frank Sinatra
    Uh, lil b____
    Yeah, this the raw right here
    Yeah this the raw right here n____
    Sweet m____fuckas
    Sweet a__ b____ m____fucka

    [Common - Verse 2]
    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

    You know man, you should know where I come from
    You should know who I am n____
    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 n____ 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 s___ took
    Huh, wherever you go, you probably be overseas in Europe and get yo s___ 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 m____fuckas, it's over for you
    It's over for you? It's over, sweet m____fucka

    Written by: Ernest Wilson, Jet Sample, Lonnie Rashid Lynn
    Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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