Orange Pineapple Juice(Explicit) - Common

Hand me a little bit of umm orange pineapple juice
I'ma sip on it check it out
I got a rhyme you got a rhyme
But my rhyme is better than yours
Repeat 2X
U A C they get they P's and
No I
D
Be gettin his P's and
The Late Show they get they P's and
ProfessaNots they get they P's and
Peep the maneuver how bout the Heim lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck coon
I'm the s**t you're s**t out of luck
Tough
I'm the act to follow
Housing kids like Ronald
Mac like Donald Goines
Flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng
Choyoyoyyyyng
Choyoyoyoyyyyyng
I draw a crowd like blood with the 'pint of' technique
And everybody there be like
YEAH
Cause cain't near a nig dat'll say 'Whoomp
There It Is'
I'm like a mom on section 8
Over bearing kids
S**t they be like
Com mon That's my muhf**ka true
Youse a hamburger
I'ma Fudrucker
Askin me to lettuce ketchup
Knowin you can't cut the mustard
So where's the beef
Jerky
I'm as Worthy as James
Not that good with names
But I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste
Of Chicago
We got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors
Don't just come to me
Go ask thy neighbor I'm a hood takin n***az
Under
On the tundra
Cause they're plain
They're plain
Fantasy Island
I'm on a plateau that is fat so
It's just a fan tasy
For the fans to see
How I land
I'm grand like a finale
I'm goin back to Cali
Why
Cause Cali got b***hes check it
Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness
Dee da da da doo doo
Dee da da
Ah eh da da
Dee da da da DOO doo
Dee da da
Dee da da
South Side
Rock on and
The West Side
We gotta rock on and
Hey yo Chicago
We gotta rock on and
The East coast
You gotta rock on and
The West coast
You gotta rock on and
Ah down South
You gotta rock on and
Check it
Now you can go
Mister p***y Emcee
Just get on gone
Get on gone
You p***y MC
Steppin to me
With them dirty feet you'll get defeated
Like Kunta Kinte
I'm kin to
Align crew
My great
Great
Grandpap done been through
So much it's in my hemoglobin to be a ill n***a
So I figure like a father
That I'ma Turn This Mutha Out
But Common you ain't hittin in New York
I don't know what you thought hops
But chief I got tall props
Some cats think I'm six feet I'm so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I'm six fo'
My s**t be hittin like switches
B***hes
Ask
Why my
Britches
Sag
I ask the b***hes
Why your titties saggin
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down
D d d down like pessimist
Ring the Alarm
I got Charm like a neck a lace
Tell me true statues had to move they neck to this
Didn't you
Didn't you
And it
And it
And it
And it don't stop
Bust it
Gotta crew ya better tell em