Theolonius Lyric Common LIKE WATER FOR CHOCOLATE

Ha, yeah, yeah
Uhh, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act like you know
bitch I'm on some grown shit
Ha, yeah, yeah, play at your own risk
Act
like you know bitch I'm on some grown shit
It's the Thelonious, super
microphonist
You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it,
these minimes try to clone us
I got a bonus for the bitch that run up on us

I got a bonus for your bitch that run up on us
It's the Thelonious,
super microphonist

Uhh, no time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don't eat

Gotta hold heat, just to make ends meet
Niggas livin on the street while
other niggas feast
Aight wit you it aint aight wit me
Right, gotta make
money all my life
Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types
Yeah you know
what I'm talkin 'bout
Yup, stay turnin these bitches out
Dick em down
also dick em out
Throw somethin down whenever my dick's out
They know me
so they restructure and reroute
They know me from Washington to down south

All the way to London to my nigga Common house
Right, it's like a game
we never play out, out, out, out...

Nigga no doubt, nigga get live or
get knocked the fuck out
Word up, just be about what you about dogg

Knowhatimsayin, just play at your own risk
Act like you know bitch I'm
on some grown shit
It's the Thelonious, super microphonist
You know us,
this rap shit we 'bout to own it
You know it, cuz you can feel it in your
throat
Say it

I'm 'bout to let my mind float
(Com, say it)

Get your third eye poked
Fuck game, I assemble dope...
Ness, a nigga
that's fresh as the 'fess
Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test
You
can feel it in your chest
Your B I, feel it in her breasts
Plus you,
rhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced
We lick off lyrics in the streets
and real niggas hear us
Dreamin when I wrote this, box me if I go too wild

Still doin this shit like dude in wild style
Invitin wack niggas to
dinner
I "Trick Daddy" emcees and I don't know, "Nann Nigga"
Who can
take it where I take it
You better go into God like Mase did
Leavin
crowds complacent
I move em above clouds whether on some ?surface the earth?
shit
Or thug style you can feel it in your body
Yeah y'all you can feel
it in your body

Like if a 12 gauge shottie shell hit your body
You
don't want no one to find your ass a hobby
Carbon copy, niggas tryin to
clone us
You know us, Thelonious, super microphone
You know this, rap
shit we 'bout to own it dun, for real

Ay, it's like a ritual
You
been invited let the ?? stimulate the place
With the grace, nevertheless, I
stress
Let the music put a smile on your face
As for the ritual, when it
comes to spiritual excellence
You know I always leave you with the taste

I know you like it hard to the core
That's what you ask for ???????

Hurtin like a ?? in that ass, like a ritual
Conversation with the most
high makes me wanna cry
I wonder why, you wanna get to paradise
But that
itty bitty part of you don't wanna die
So pay attention to my word, cuz it's
the truth
Meditation ease the mind, and brings the youth
It's like a
verse you could never read out of a book
Darken the line and your mind like
a fish hook
Word is birth, yo I do it till the break of day
Pay
attention to your art, never go astray
Word is bond

Yo we do it and
we don't quit
Sucka nigga you don't want it, it's Thelonious
Ownin this
rap shit, super microphonist, and we known to spit
I spit fire like Esther
on Sanford and Son did
I'm raw dude, more juice than Sunkiss
You want
this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless
Shit fly like MJ in his prime,
"Off The Wall" wit mines
I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines
bustin plus
Ball all the time, now stay on your mind like great sex
You
aint on my mind I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
Niggas large like an Adex Avirex
jacket
Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets
Emcees they don't
rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all
They dyin' to ball, the rhyme we do all
the time
We do all the fine bitches they fall in lines
Me and my mans is
somethin like the Source Sports
We gettin money a long time and y'all short

My niggas bounce and full rise and y'alls fall
You funny doo, cuz really
you think you can do me
When you roll a 500 that's really a 320
Should
of let somebody else hook it
Numbers look crooked like King Kong shook it

I'm from where niggas bang gats when they celebrate
That's how they
play, don't let it be a holiday
Thelonious niggas, if you testin us we get
you laid back
Show you the definition of a pay back

 

Lyric	Photo galleries	Midi songs	Discography	Ringtones
Guitar tabs