作词 : Common Yo Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm With a little bit of communism Yeah, hahSo check it out, yeah Chick-a chick-a I'm, chick-a chick-a on Chick-a chick-a my, my, own s*it Like an entrepreneur that stepped in maneur Man, I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with JillAnd Jack Jill's big bootay We did the booty up, I told the ***** She betta have my money or step to the AMGYou know Com Sense, oh yeah, him be That ***** that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds But since then, Common calm down I'm on some calm s*it, watch Com get complicated Simple motherf****rs 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 nineties 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 comfortCommiserate at the fort with Jeff, I'm so ill But I chilled in my compar**ent 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 PeteCom compromised, Com made a promise Not to commercialize, but compound the soul Without the elements, compelling sense into Communism
作词 : Common Yo Troy, I'ma come on the rhythm With a little bit of communism Yeah, hahSo check it out, yeah Chick-a chick-a I'm, chick-a chick-a on Chick-a chick-a my, my, own s*it Like an entrepreneur that stepped in maneur Man, I'm newer than a Jack, I went up the hill with JillAnd Jack Jill's big bootay We did the booty up, I told the ***** She betta have my money or step to the AMGYou know Com Sense, oh yeah, him be That ***** that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds But since then, Common calm down I'm on some calm s*it, watch Com get complicated Simple motherf****rs 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 nineties 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 comfortCommiserate at the fort with Jeff, I'm so ill But I chilled in my compar**ent 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 PeteCom compromised, Com made a promise Not to commercialize, but compound the soul Without the elements, compelling sense into Communism
