Communism - Dirty Version
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
Communism - Dirty VersionLRC歌词
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