Текст песни Common - Pop`s Rap III
Common - Pop`s Rap III слова песни
[Pops]Hey, hey old beanAnd you to baby sweetnessYeah, this is Pops, and I`m back in the studioAnd I didn`t have to break in this timeI`m back as a special guest by special requestAnd I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once againThey may have to wrassle to get it backYou know, as a result of my son Common touring the worldPops has acquired a wonderful extended familyFrom around the globehe has returned with positive messages to my earlobesFrom all my children From Mexico, Brazil, Italy, JapanAnd of course in the motherlandEven in the orient, they know what I meantNanaan, tanaan, tinaan, hanchinaanSo I didn`t come in here to give any shouts outI came to give praise and honor and to identify my childrenWho`ve been saying and doing the right thingsYou know they sat on those nines of 1999 and kept them from turning upside downAnd teaching the babiesto love, to be able to give loveAnd to enter the new century with their own prophecyThe century of amendsYou see I deal with the premise that all children are oursAnd that we all travel the same pathIt`s just that we don`t get there at the same time(See you next lifetime) See you next lifetimeAnd to my children running around here talking about how nice is they ice that they`ve already paid for twiceWhat karat is they goldthat was yours before you were done in the holeOr that crew from 1629, buy some landThink agriculture; beat that neighborhood which you claim you love so dearAre you mankind or what kind of a man?See, Pops is straight out of the gardenfrom when the world was starting brand new,Hip Hop, Hip Hop, the language of the underground railroadIn it`s purest formYeah true hip hop is just like the Underground RailroadIf the message is not for youIt can sit on your nose and your brain remain frozeSo when you see me traveling on a spiritual highI`m flying high with Cee-LoOr maybe watching my long`s heart dancing to a De La flowEverybody knows there`s no fruit on the tree with The RootsAnd Black Star said we are what we areThe Knowledge Of Self DeterminationAnd my little homie KGUp there in Minnesota milking 10000 lakesKeep the heat on em`, we got to be kind to the growing mindSo if your heart is realYou will hear Big Will and Ms. Lauryn HillIf your love is true, you will hear Badu-ismAnd you can`t go right until you go left and get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy JeffChildren, I`ve traveled this globenorth to south, east to westAnd whenever my soul appears lostI turn to the musical stylings of a Tribe Called QuestOkay, we ready to get out of hereWe ready to take it home nowJust so everybody knowsWhen Pops get ready to say something goodI mean when it`s time for me to lay it on the woodAnd it ain`t no time for no shecky sheckyThat`s when I turn to a Black Girl Named BettyY`all looking for the only truth and it doesn`t even existI just come to give love and peace and honor to all my children