| 歌曲 | Just In The Nick Of Rhyme |
| 歌手 | Common |
| 专辑 | Can I Borrow A Dollar? |
| 作词 : Common Sense | |
| The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup | |
| (hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickup | |
| So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah | |
| I can beat mike tyson, plus i'm fresh-er than the prince of bel air | |
| And i blossom, in colour is how i'm living see | |
| Some pretend to be afraid of me but they're my public ene-ma | |
| Picture this, like a cinema; i'm winnin a contest | |
| I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl's prom dress | |
| I'm just, another one of the nigs, take a swig | |
| I can sing, brothers'll work it out without a gig | |
| The gold mud in my blood, i'm a stud smokin blunts | |
| Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i'd be woody wood | |
| They're after pestly hoes and that's the hoes i sex and don't collects | |
| Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex | |
| But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good | |
| The baddest hoes be sayin, 'oooh you're real good' | |
| Fella a city dweller, it's poison salmonella | |
| Auntie's name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen keller | |
| Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect | |
| Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner | |
| So don't get me angry, or maybe you won't like me | |
| Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee's nike's did | |
| Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic | |
| Dick a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock i tock to the | |
| Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic's my lasso | |
| Shit, i got rhymes comin out my asshole | |
| I'm in a pole position sole position you're in no position | |
| To be dissin it's a, rainbow coalition | |
| I'm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here's your lullaby | |
| Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don't, cry | |
| Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don't need em then i leave em | |
| As leftovers, packin the weak mc's into ?septober? | |
| Til i was older, i couldn't hold a rhyme folder | |
| Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder | |
| If i'm sober i won't hold a skunk, but when i'm drunk | |
| I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i'm a hunk | |
| Like a duck i'm slammin ham mc's mc's i'm servin | |
| Makin the people jump like my man... julius erving!!! | |
| Those deserving props are gonna get theirs | |
| Grip, there's something on your lip, oh that's my dick hairs | |
| I'm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape | |
| Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate | |
| For air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin | |
| I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin | |
| Cause when you ash i'll make an ass of you and only you see | |
| Just in the nick i kick the funky shit | |
| That's why they call me bootsy |
| zuò cí : Common Sense | |
| The rhyme i pick up, trick up, and like hiccup | |
| hiccup! this is a good place for a stickup | |
| So throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah | |
| I can beat mike tyson, plus i' m fresher than the prince of bel air | |
| And i blossom, in colour is how i' m living see | |
| Some pretend to be afraid of me but they' re my public enema | |
| Picture this, like a cinema i' m winnin a contest | |
| I knew you was a loser when you bought your girl' s prom dress | |
| I' m just, another one of the nigs, take a swig | |
| I can sing, brothers' ll work it out without a gig | |
| The gold mud in my blood, i' m a stud smokin blunts | |
| Not a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, i' d be woody wood | |
| They' re after pestly hoes and that' s the hoes i sex and don' t collects | |
| Rockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flex | |
| But i pump skill, to build what i can build and still feel good | |
| The baddest hoes be sayin, ' oooh you' re real good' | |
| Fella a city dweller, it' s poison salmonella | |
| Auntie' s name is stella, style as def deaf as helen keller | |
| Nail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrect | |
| Not with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce banner | |
| So don' t get me angry, or maybe you won' t like me | |
| Kid just in the nick i kick more ass than bruce lee' s nike' s did | |
| Just in the nick i kick on the geek stick, flick a bic | |
| Dick a chick, slicker than rick around the clock i tock to the | |
| Tic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mic' s my lasso | |
| Shit, i got rhymes comin out my asshole | |
| I' m in a pole position sole position you' re in no position | |
| To be dissin it' s a, rainbow coalition | |
| I' m kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, here' s your lullaby | |
| Like georgie puddin pie but baby baby don' t, cry | |
| Feed em i heat em and eat em if i don' t need em then i leave em | |
| As leftovers, packin the weak mc' s into ? septober? | |
| Til i was older, i couldn' t hold a rhyme folder | |
| Now i dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulder | |
| If i' m sober i won' t hold a skunk, but when i' m drunk | |
| I might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin i' m a hunk | |
| Like a duck i' m slammin ham mc' s mc' s i' m servin | |
| Makin the people jump like my man... julius erving!!! | |
| Those deserving props are gonna get theirs | |
| Grip, there' s something on your lip, oh that' s my dick hairs | |
| I' m the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tape | |
| Tryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilate | |
| For air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin | |
| I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin | |
| Cause when you ash i' ll make an ass of you and only you see | |
| Just in the nick i kick the funky shit | |
| That' s why they call me bootsy |