歌曲 | Orange Pineapple Juice |
歌手 | Common |
专辑 | Resurrection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Common | |
Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice | |
I'ma sip on it, check it out | |
I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme | |
But my rhyme is better than yours(repeat 2x) | |
U-a-c, they get they p's and | |
No i.d., be gettin his p's and | |
The late show, they get they p's and | |
Professanots, they get they p's and | |
Peep the maneuver, how bout the heim-lich | |
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon | |
I'm the shit, you're shit out of luck, tough | |
I'm the act to follow, housing kids like ronald | |
Mac like donald goines, flows | |
I change like coins | |
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng | |
I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique | |
And everybody there be like, "yeah!" | |
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'whoomp, there it is' | |
I'm like a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids | |
Shit they be like, "com-mon!" that's my muhfucka true | |
Youse a hamburger, i'ma fudrucker | |
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can't cut the mustard | |
So where's the beef, jerky? | |
I'm as worthy as james, not that good with names | |
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste | |
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors | |
Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-i'm-a-hood takin niggaz | |
UnderOn the tundra, cause "they're plain, they're plain" (fantasy island) | |
I'm on a plateau that is fat so | |
It's just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see | |
How I land, | |
I'm grand like a finale | |
I'm goin back to cali (why? ) cause cali got bitches check it | |
Aiyyo dart this is a sickness | |
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da | |
Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da | |
South side, rock on and | |
The west side, we gotta rock on and | |
Hey yo chicago, we gotta rock on and | |
The east coast, you gotta rock on and | |
The west coast, you gotta rock on and | |
Ah down south, you gotta rock on and | |
Check it... "now you can go!" | |
Mister pussy emcee, just get on gone | |
Get on gone, you pussy mc! | |
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet you'll get defeated | |
Like kunta kinte, | |
I'm kin to, align crew | |
My great, great, grandpap done been through | |
So much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga | |
So I figure like a father... that i'ma turn this mutha out | |
But common you ain't hittin in new york | |
I don't know what you thought hops, but chief | |
I got tall props | |
Some cats think | |
I'm six feet | |
I'm so deep | |
Some stunts be thinkin | |
I'm six-fo', my shit be hittin like switches | |
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag | |
I ask the bitches, "why your titties saggin? " | |
Put your nipple to the bottle | |
I bust rhymes like breastses | |
I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist | |
Ring the alarm, | |
I got charm like a neck-a-lace | |
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this | |
Didn't you, didn't you... and it, and it, and it | |
And it don't stop, bust it"gotta crew ya better tell em" --> keith murray |
zuo ci : Common | |
Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice | |
I' ma sip on it, check it out | |
I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme | |
But my rhyme is better than yours repeat 2x | |
Uac, they get they p' s and | |
No i. d., be gettin his p' s and | |
The late show, they get they p' s and | |
Professanots, they get they p' s and | |
Peep the maneuver, how bout the heimlich | |
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon | |
I' m the shit, you' re shit out of luck, tough | |
I' m the act to follow, housing kids like ronald | |
Mac like donald goines, flows | |
I change like coins | |
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng | |
I draw a crowd like blood with the ' pint of' technique | |
And everybody there be like, " yeah!" | |
Cause cain' t near a nig dat' ll say ' whoomp, there it is' | |
I' m like a mom on section 8, overbearing kids | |
Shit they be like, " common!" that' s my muhfucka true | |
Youse a hamburger, i' ma fudrucker | |
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can' t cut the mustard | |
So where' s the beef, jerky? | |
I' m as worthy as james, not that good with names | |
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste | |
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors | |
Don' t just come to me, go ask thy neighbori' mahood takin niggaz | |
UnderOn the tundra, cause " they' re plain, they' re plain" fantasy island | |
I' m on a plateau that is fat so | |
It' s just a fantasy, for the fans to see | |
How I land, | |
I' m grand like a finale | |
I' m goin back to cali why? cause cali got bitches check it | |
Aiyyo dart this is a sickness | |
Deedadadadoodoo, deedada, ahehdada | |
Deedadadadoodoo, deedada, deedada | |
South side, rock on and | |
The west side, we gotta rock on and | |
Hey yo chicago, we gotta rock on and | |
The east coast, you gotta rock on and | |
The west coast, you gotta rock on and | |
Ah down south, you gotta rock on and | |
Check it... " now you can go!" | |
Mister pussy emcee, just get on gone | |
Get on gone, you pussy mc! | |
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet you' ll get defeated | |
Like kunta kinte, | |
I' m kin to, align crew | |
My great, great, grandpap done been through | |
So much it' s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga | |
So I figure like a father... that i' ma turn this mutha out | |
But common you ain' t hittin in new york | |
I don' t know what you thought hops, but chief | |
I got tall props | |
Some cats think | |
I' m six feet | |
I' m so deep | |
Some stunts be thinkin | |
I' m sixfo', my shit be hittin like switches | |
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag | |
I ask the bitches, " why your titties saggin? " | |
Put your nipple to the bottle | |
I bust rhymes like breastses | |
I can get down, ddddown like pessimist | |
Ring the alarm, | |
I got charm like a neckalace | |
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this | |
Didn' t you, didn' t you... and it, and it, and it | |
And it don' t stop, bust it" gotta crew ya better tell em" keith murray |
zuò cí : Common | |
Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice | |
I' ma sip on it, check it out | |
I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme | |
But my rhyme is better than yours repeat 2x | |
Uac, they get they p' s and | |
No i. d., be gettin his p' s and | |
The late show, they get they p' s and | |
Professanots, they get they p' s and | |
Peep the maneuver, how bout the heimlich | |
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon | |
I' m the shit, you' re shit out of luck, tough | |
I' m the act to follow, housing kids like ronald | |
Mac like donald goines, flows | |
I change like coins | |
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng | |
I draw a crowd like blood with the ' pint of' technique | |
And everybody there be like, " yeah!" | |
Cause cain' t near a nig dat' ll say ' whoomp, there it is' | |
I' m like a mom on section 8, overbearing kids | |
Shit they be like, " common!" that' s my muhfucka true | |
Youse a hamburger, i' ma fudrucker | |
Askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can' t cut the mustard | |
So where' s the beef, jerky? | |
I' m as worthy as james, not that good with names | |
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste | |
Of chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors | |
Don' t just come to me, go ask thy neighbori' mahood takin niggaz | |
UnderOn the tundra, cause " they' re plain, they' re plain" fantasy island | |
I' m on a plateau that is fat so | |
It' s just a fantasy, for the fans to see | |
How I land, | |
I' m grand like a finale | |
I' m goin back to cali why? cause cali got bitches check it | |
Aiyyo dart this is a sickness | |
Deedadadadoodoo, deedada, ahehdada | |
Deedadadadoodoo, deedada, deedada | |
South side, rock on and | |
The west side, we gotta rock on and | |
Hey yo chicago, we gotta rock on and | |
The east coast, you gotta rock on and | |
The west coast, you gotta rock on and | |
Ah down south, you gotta rock on and | |
Check it... " now you can go!" | |
Mister pussy emcee, just get on gone | |
Get on gone, you pussy mc! | |
Steppin to me, with them dirty feet you' ll get defeated | |
Like kunta kinte, | |
I' m kin to, align crew | |
My great, great, grandpap done been through | |
So much it' s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga | |
So I figure like a father... that i' ma turn this mutha out | |
But common you ain' t hittin in new york | |
I don' t know what you thought hops, but chief | |
I got tall props | |
Some cats think | |
I' m six feet | |
I' m so deep | |
Some stunts be thinkin | |
I' m sixfo', my shit be hittin like switches | |
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag | |
I ask the bitches, " why your titties saggin? " | |
Put your nipple to the bottle | |
I bust rhymes like breastses | |
I can get down, ddddown like pessimist | |
Ring the alarm, | |
I got charm like a neckalace | |
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this | |
Didn' t you, didn' t you... and it, and it, and it | |
And it don' t stop, bust it" gotta crew ya better tell em" keith murray |