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Текст песни Common Sense - Orange Pineapple Juice

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Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juiceI`ma sip on it, check it outI got a rhyme, you got a rhymeBut my rhyme is better than yours(repeat 2X)U-A-C, they get they P`s andNo I.D., be gettin his P`s andThe Late Show, they get they P`s andProfessaNots, they get they P`s andPeep the maneuver, how bout the Heim-lichI rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coonI`m the shit, you`re shit out of luck, toughI`m the act to follow, housing kids like RonaldMac like Donald Goines, flows I change like coinsChoyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyngI draw a crowd like blood with the `pint of` techniqueand 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 kidsshit they be like, "Com-mon!" That`s my muhfucka trueYouse a hamburger, I`ma Fudruckeraskin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can`t cut the mustardSo where`s the beef, jerky?I`m as Worthy as James, not that good with namesbut I do remember your face from someplace this is one tasteof Chicago, we got mo` many mo` many mo` many mo` flavorsDon`t just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I`m-a-hood takin niggaz underon the tundra, cause "they`re plain, they`re plain" (Fantasy Island)I`m on a plateau that is fat soIt`s just a fan-tasy, for the fans to seehow I land, I`m grand like a finaleI`m goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check itAiyyo Dart this is a sicknessDee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-daDee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-daSouth Side, rock on andThe West Side, we gotta rock on andHey yo Chicago, we gotta rock on andThe East coast, you gotta rock on andThe West coast, you gotta rock on andah down South, you gotta rock on andCheck it... "Now you can go!"Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on goneGet on gone, you pussy MC!Steppin to me, with them dirty feets you`ll get defeatedlike Kunta Kinte, I`m kin to the Lynn crewMy great, great, grandpap done been throughso much it`s in my hemoglobin to be a ill niggaSo I figure like a father... that I`ma Turn This Mutha OutBut Common you ain`t hittin in New YorkI don`t know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall propsSome cats think I`m six feet I`m so deepSome stunts be thinkin I`m six-fo`, my shit be hittin like switchesBitches, ask, why my, britches, sagI ask the bitches, "Why your titties saggin?"Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastsesI can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist"Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a neck-a-laceTell the truth, tell the truth, y`all had to move your neck to thisDidn`t you, didn`t you... and it, and it, and it and it don`t stop, bust it"Gotta crew ya better tell em" --> Keith Murray

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