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Celebrate – Common

[Hook]
Everybody home, ain’t nobody gone
And I got all my niggas around
It feel good, don’t it? Getting hood on it
And I got all my niggas around
I got a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby gonna get us a round
Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate

[Verse 1]
We partying, yeah got body in
Exotic broads lobbying, Spanish, Somalian
Fly, we live it ’til we die
We living in the night, toast looking in her eye
On our paper ’til we get it like Dubai
Chi niggas stand up, plastic cups
Girls with the drastic butts, that ask for bucks
It don’t stop here
Bottles of Veuve pop here
And we gonna get around like 2Pac’s here
Celebrate like it’s new year
Some bomb rocks coming, type nuclear
Yeah, it’s so ridiculo’
Lit the medicinal, passed it give-and-go
Backwards liquor store
Celebrate

[Hook]
Everybody home, ain’t nobody gone
And I got all my niggas around
It feel good, don’t it? Getting hood on it
And I got all my niggas around
I got a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby gonna get us a round
Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate

[Verse 2]
In my Paul Smith like an alcoholic
My guys I used to hoop with, is now who I ball with
This raw bitch came in looking flawless
Tonight she’ll be giving conscious, headlights!
Beaming from the Beemer that her momma bought her
I got to act right for her like I’m an author
Look where drama brought us, look where karma brought us
Married to the game, like Usher we was caught up
Now we got some R&B broads we can call up
You niggas come around keep the wall up
Smoke blowing out thinking of tomorrow and the simple things
Hustlas from the go, how far we done came
Celebrate

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[Hook]
Everybody home, ain’t nobody gone
And I got all my niggas around
It feel good, don’t it? Getting hood on it
And I got all my niggas around
I got a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby gonna get us a round
Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate

[Verse 3]
Ah, another night, we love the night
For the life, getting bugged tonight
Wait ’til I get my money right
Told you it’s gonna be on like the Benz’s that we lean on
Put my team on, get our heat on
Ah, I knew her when she strip, her name was Chardonnay
My niggas move work even on a holiday
We come from porches and alleyways
I’m the big ticket, don’t need no one to validate
You celebrate

[Bridge]
We ain’t gotta wait
It’s a toast to you and me
Bills ain’t so bad, celebrate that
Party in the yard ’til the lights come on
Ain’t nobody crying
We’ve come so far, been climbing
Know the clouds they passed us by
C’mon and raise your glass up high

[Hook]
Everybody home, ain’t nobody gone
And I got all my niggas around
It feel good, don’t it? Getting hood on it
And I got all my niggas around
I got a couple minutes in town
A couple hundred bitches around
So baby gonna get us a round
Cause I got all my niggas around
Celebrate

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Make My Day (Feat. Cee-Lo) – Common

Lirik lagu: Make My Day (Feat. Cee-Lo)

Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day
You really make my day
Ohhh oh oh
Yeah I think I like her cause she really makes my day
Yeah she really makes my day
Ohhh oh oh

(ohhh oh oh) see her on the beach she was wrappped in a towel
Her bodys going down see her ass crack to smile
Enjoying the nile (woo) take it the breeze
Or some cat a mouse
And she was the cheese on the sun keys
Yeah on a conversation
California dreamin now california-cation
Said she had drinks in the coller and I had an inventation if I wanted I could brewer this is just an invdication on
How cool she was
A couple of chicks came
Groupie love
They aint want no pictures
Im think damn damn thats really cool because sometimes I wannta chill sometimes the best things in life are not even planned
Came to the sand and got more than a tan
Baby girl im a man
And we can do this my way
Take a ride on the highway and pretend that its friday

Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day
You really make my day
Ohhh oh oh
Yeah I think I like her cause she really makes my day
Yeah she really makes my day
Ohhh oh oh

(ohhh) she was at a bar-b-que
Pretty painted nails she took off her shoes
Grammer school
Sippin on some l thinking man shes cool
Sun smiling on her hair
Playing spades and we can be a pair
I love it when its sunny girl
You could be my Cher
Inderpendence day and freedoms in the air
Dance and danced away yo
Showing steppin like a tango
Like me, got me
Sweet as icy spicy
Drip from my lips
We can do something hip
Trip around the world in a day
Play phonia a

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Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day
You really make my day
Ohhh oh oh
Yeah I think I like her cause she really makes my day
Yeah she really makes my day
Ohhh oh oh

Ahh the sun is shining brighter cause you really make my day
You really make my day
Ohhh oh oh
Yeah I think I like her cause she really makes my day
Yeah she really makes my day
Ohhh oh oh

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Soul by the Pound – Common

[Tim Dog] “Gimme a pound, thank you man”
[repeat x2, then x4 faster]

I’m as bad bad, as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I’m a pro pro, but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef, then you’ll get ground ground
Cut up in soul soul, by the pound pound
I’m going downtown like Julie Brown, I’m the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down down
Never wore a leash but I get loose
Producin somethin fresher than fruits, got more soul than combat boots
Diggin two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
so amazin like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, “Hell yeah”
Correction, “Hell yes”; old folks wanna cuss
on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life’s a mess
But I’m straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I’m straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time’s sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program
I am so damn flam, I slam a slam, BAM, I slam
like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I’ll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here…
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
Play like Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
to stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain’t two colors
I’m tired of seein these non rappin dancin motherfuckers

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[Tim Dog] “Gimme a pound, thank you man”
[x4]

For a record sale a nigga’ll sell his soul to go gold
and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male
and I can’t tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
and stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell
Ain’t no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what’s goin on with rap, white kids actin black
It’s like McDonald’s sellin fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks
I’m hearin rap from Antrhax, my time the Caravan cracks
You’re wack, that’s the only thing that’s black Scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I’ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups
Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I’m wonderin how the hell they get a deal I still can’t see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R
or whoever’s in Charge, it surely ain’t Charles
but you ain’t G-in hip-hop, cause it’s ours

[Tim Dog] “Gimme a pound, thank you man”
[x4]

It’s sick you sick I’m sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of thatI boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
is stricter, I stick I stick the stinkin to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff
it’s not a myth about our dick width, I’m swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings I got a Wessun if you riff
I’m a nigga with SOULLLLLLLLLL, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I’m gassin girls heads, just like petroleum
Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian
and turn off the lights this is the likes of a
ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
Got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I’ll take a liter
A chick is a chick that’s how I treat her
never go pop I’m not a two liter
A true leader, don’t choose to follow, choose what I swallow
whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto
Wear em? No, share em? A hoe
I like the girls the girls I share a life with a bro
cause U-A-C is family, much tighter than foundations
that holds up the walls, so you better proceed with caution

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“Gimme a pound, thank you man”
“Gimme a pound” [x4]

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Ghetto Dreams (Feat. Nas) – Common

Lirik lagu: Ghetto Dreams (Feat. Nas)

[Hook]
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas’ dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas’ dreams
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas’ dreams
From the hood

[Verse 1: Common]
I want a bitch that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her titties ain’t fake
Fucking in the car cause we just can’t wait to get home
Early in the morn’ getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tatts on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival
Well put together, she weathers the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she’s strong
Hear Beyonce’s song and she gotta perform
Whether fucking or fighting: we getting it on!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Common]
I don’t even say shit, she can feel it
I toss the realest, sold nails acrylic
Ass is a weapon and it’s hard to conceal it
Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet
Frying chicken, macaroni
Raise on the [?]
Ghetto press, she’s my apolonni like
Tony, Montana
Reminded me of mio ma or my mama
Knowing the drama like she know when to joke
Steal a nigga’s squares, not wanting me to smoke
I poke my head out of Benzes
My beats is the streets and I know who my friends is
In this love for the money, power and clothes
My ghetto housewife watch reality shows
She might get to snapping if the canvas ain’t closed
When the cameras snap snapping, she’s ready to pose

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[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
So I keep it strictly ’bout dimes and stick to the story
Call me a pro in the pussy category
Had explicit experiences I shouldn’t mention
For me, getting women turn from sport to addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes
Congress women inflicting pain onto my game
Warned that I’m sadistic
They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I’m still single, looking for Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I’m a bachelor
Y’all niggas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven’t chose yours
She loves glamour bought Vera Wang sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette
My man is half hood half class
Photographers cameras caught us out there
The spotlight, I hope she can handle
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You live the dream with me when you are just in the projects

[Hook]

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