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Tekst :

Verse One:

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
and just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I d be geeked when she d come around
Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy I tell ya, I miss her

Verse Two:

Now periodically I would see
ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties
She didn t have a body but she started gettin thick quick
DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions
She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence
About my people she was teachin me
By not preachin to me but speakin to me
in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that s how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool
Cause around the same time, I went away to school
And I m a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style
She said, afrocentricity, was of the past
So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it s all good
I wasn t salty, she was with the boys in the hood
Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell, by how her titties hung

Verse Three:

I might ve failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you well he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
that she could make money, and she did it like a dummy
Now I see her in commercials, she s universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city
Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches
Now she s a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches
Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk
Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk
Stressin how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I m committed, but so many niggaz hit it
That she s just not the same lettin all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer
But I ma take her back hopin that the shit stop
Cause who I m talkin bout y all is hip-hop

Tekst :

Common:
Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what(x3)
Down-da-down, check it, check it

There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve
Can t understand who the fuck was involved
Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane
In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame
My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy
Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby
As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed
In my shit, somebody had broke in like a mitt
My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit
As usual, niggaz is suspects
Who did I tell I was going out of town
Not too many people, I guess the word got around
The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound
Must have came during the day when at work, they was found
At the mount I stand folded than tie
Askin who done it
Fuck Hitchcock, I got the fifth cocked
About to go wild hunted
Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted
And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day
Before I left, this thief decided to play chef
With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast
I m kickin what shit was left all around the house
Thinkin whoever came in on me is out

chorus
It s a frantic situation
It s a frantic situation, yes it is
(What can I do?)
It s a frantic situation
It s a frantic situation, hear me now
(What can I do?)
It s a frantic situation
It s a frantic situation, yes it is
(What can I do?)
It s a frantic situation
It s a frantic situation, hear me y all
(What can I do?)

Tekst :

Intro:

Yo Troy I ma come on the rhythm
with a little bit of Communism
Yeah, hah
So check it out, yeah

Chick-a chick-a I m
Chick-a chick-a on
Chick-a chick-a my
my, own shit
Like an entrepeneur, that stepped in maneur
man I m newer than a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack Jill s big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My Money
or step to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, Common calm down!
I m on some calm shit watch Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
was too complex, I got a complex not to complain
on my brain no complain and so will my community
And I prefer compliments
So I complement at an angle, of ninety degrees
It s the ninties, and music got known for grease
I got a sense of direction and a compass
Come passed MC s with no compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain t shy, so why shall I comfort
Commiserate at the fort with Jeff I m so ill
But I chilled in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com can get the panty, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to work for commission
It s a common market and it s so much competition
but to me, competition is none
To my comp I m a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
my compact disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a promise
Not to commercialize, but compound the soul
without the elements, compelling sense into Communism

Sei andata via non lo so perché
non so nemmeno la tua voce dov è
e penso solo al tempo che se ne va via
fra i baci le carezze e tanta nostalgia
che non lo so che è dura così?
Ti chiedono - stai...

What s wrong?? What are you afraid of??
The Love Below

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
She stays alone, never sheds a single tear
She stays in the coolest moods, clearly woman of the year
She and all her girlfriends, they go out dressed to...

Aa koko ni aru wa misemono koya

Aa yukai tsuukai kaibutsu land

Aa tsumibukaki yokubuka sa aa minikui ne sono zama ga

Saa kimi konomi no hade na ishou sa saa kimi konomi no roshutsu ga oome de

Saa taisou wo hajimeyou ka saa egao wo kawashiaou
Saa minna de sakihokorou saa chinpu na kotoba...

War war war
Talkin about y alls such a bore
I d rather talk about moi
Like do you know the cost of AK s up in Africa?
20 dollars ain t shit to you
But that s how much they are
So they re gonna use this shit just to get by

Is gold, diamonds...

Some say that we should not be together,
And that I deserve so much better.
But they are just blind,
I would choose to be with you or simply die.
You would be blind to not see how I feel,
And that my love is strong and real.

Baby can you see,
How much you mean to...