Текст песни Common - Just in The Nick of Rhyme
Common - Just in The Nick of Rhyme слова песни
The rhyme I pick up, trick up, and like hiccup(hiccup!) this is a good place for a stickupSo throw your hands in the air and say hell yeahI can beat mike tyson, plus Im fresh-er than the prince of bel airAnd I blossom, in colour is how Im living seeSome pretend to be afraid of me but theyre my public ene-maPicture this, like a cinema; Im winnin a contestI knew you was a loser when you bought your girls prom dressIm just, another one of the nigs, take a swigI can sing, brothersll work it out without a gigThe gold mud in my blood, Im a stud smokin bluntsNot a fuddy dud if rhymes were pecks, Id be woody woodTheyre after pestly hoes and thats the hoes I sex and dont collectsRockin a rolex, prefer wrist ex instead of solar flexBut I pump skill, to build what I can build and still feel goodThe baddest hoes be sayin, "oooh youre real good"Fella a city dweller, its poison salmonellaAunties name is stella, style as def/deaf as helen kellerNail a flammer with the hammer for comin incorrectNot with his grammar or bad mamma jama similar, to bruce bannerSo dont get me angry, or maybe you wont like meKid just in the nick I kick more ass than bruce lees nikes didJust in the nick I kick on the geek stick, flick a bicDick a chick, slick-er than rick around the clock I tock to theTic tac toe, rip up my rhyme my mics my lassoShit, I got rhymes comin out my assholeIm in a pole position sole position youre in no positionTo be dissin its a, rainbow coalitionIm kissin ass, goodbye, rockaby, heres your lullabyLike georgie puddin pie but baby baby dont, cryFeed em I heat em and eat em if I dont need em then I leave emAs leftovers, packin the weak mcs into ? septober? Til I was older, I couldnt hold a rhyme folderNow I dare ya to try and knock this mic off my shoulderIf Im sober I wont hold a skunk, but when Im drunkI might let her bunk in my bed, heads be sayin Im a hunkLike a duck Im slammin ham mcs mcs Im servinMakin the people jump like my man... julius erving!!!Those deserving props are gonna get theirsGrip, theres something on your lip, oh thats my dick hairsIm the biggedy biggedy bear ya scrub cub with a demo tapeTryin to catch me catch your breath before you hyperventilateFor air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirinI bash it, crash it now you know so stop askinCause when you ash Ill make an ass of you and only you seeJust in the nick I kick the funky shitThats why they call me bootsy