it ain't a bunch of niggaz It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor You jackin' his name and stick to make you jones get thicker What you wanna do man? Yo, check it
it, a babysitter and a car he would need The stripper broad, my TV and couch, she couldn't carry it Unless some nigga helped and that's who she'll get
it i yes y'all'ed it and they feared it i called it i outlawed it and they cleared it now i am i and it is it and that's that but ain't that a bitch
not the main thing long as the right message is dropped Why not? You're actin' like this surprises y'all The gospel's flex fit; yes it's one size fits all
common sense Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it When it boards up my
a campaign to make you mine I'll picket you until you sign In one big union for two No courts and junction can make me stop Until your love is all closed shop In one
(feat. Common, Cuban Link) [Marlon:] "Yo it's, yo B" ("Chill chill Marlon, chill") [Marlon:] "Nah, yo, it's...I don't know this nigga B" ("Chill Marlon
, the struggle is a common one. Against the white, male, Aristocratic, moneyed, landed, Anglo-Saxon, and all his children of all races and classes. Free the woman and you'll
your feeling can't belong To this given situation that no-one can take away A smile, a nervous glance, "Well I'll be back some other day" But you really
you'll pay the con-se-quences Cause Mister Common Sense is (yeah) not gonna take it, so leave you better believe it Even if your name ain't Ripley, cause
blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it. Smiling and socialising. Endless
to find presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout [Common] Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out
then it's back again, what do you do, onedo you fight it or let it win, what do you do [Verse 2:] It's easy to get a gun than it is to get a job, so
'll have to have my credentials plaqued for all you hating assholes Who won't believe me so think of Common Sense And yo Take it Easy son take take it
I mean? Don: I mean, well . . . Phyllis: It's, it's hotness. [17:39] Phyllis: It used to be very, it was really nice and quiet in this place, that's
some weak ass stories no poetry, it's all make believe and they always be talkin about they got a gat up they sleeve but they need some common sense And
my interest No, ma'am, I don't know you Just offering the common respect I feel I owe you Also, some conversation, companionship, common-ground and common-sense
Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" "Two, three, BREAK!" "Da Heartbreaka" [Common Sense] "One two, one two, we gonna get on down" [Common Sense