paroles de chanson Sum Shit I Wrote - Common
Marks
I
erase
like
racism
I'm
as
large
as
a
bigot
Groove
is
my
escapism
when
I'm
bubbly
I
just
kick
it
What
I
need
from
you
is
understanding
that
I'm
standing
On
my
own
two
down
with
my
own
crew
Toe
cancer
I'm
bad
to
the
bone
too
I'm
prone
to
snap
off
When
I'm
off
that
Cognac
I
can't
hold
back
like
a
massouse
I
get
loose
like
a
screw
turned
from
left
right
to
tight
When
it's
time
for
some
action
I
get
Red's
"Tonight's
Da
Night"
An
eye
for
an
eye,
a
life
for
his
wife
Dissected
I'm
on
some
hi-tech
shit
computers
want
to
bite
Your
style
is
Pascal,
mine
is
Basic
and
just
instinct
I'm
with
the
fam
and
ran
scams,
me
and
Murray
got
up
on
big
links
And
if
knowledge
is
the
key,
goddammit
I'm
the
locksmith
Started
a
missionary
way
on
my
life,
the
mic
I
rust
like
bostage
I
switch
styles
like
a
channel
with
controls
that
is
remote
Engage
in
a
page,
and
with
words
I
elope
Walking
down
the
aisles
with
styles
I
freak
the
viles
Anti-Nazi
when
I
rocks
like
a
Z-28
At
any
rate,
brothers
gain
interest
because
I
loaned
them
microphones
They
couldn't
house
the
shit
so
they
had
to
rent
to
own
It's
like
that,
coming
from
the
go
rapper
I
wanna
bone
Jada
Pinkett
and
that
hoe
Patra
So
keep
on,
and
you
don't,
now
come
on
Ah
keep
on,
and
you
don't
When
I'm
alone
in
my
room,
sometimes
I
stare
at
the
wall
And
in
the
back
of
my
mind
I
see
a
wack-ass
rhyme
And
I
catch
Alz-rhymers,
then
forget
it,
I
get
charged
Like
a
nigga
in
position
with
the
stolen
card
and
credit
Fuck
flipping
the
script,
the
rap
scene
I'm
trying
to
edit
My
mellows
call
me
"Never",
they
be
like
"Never's
going
to
get
it"
Never's
too
much,
I'm
much
too,
I
do
justice
to
poetics
That's
why
cats
be
like
"Fuck
you,
fuck
you,
fuck
you!"
Other
studs
come
through
to
see
what
I
am
up
to
They
be
on
the
dick
of
crew
that
be
giving
us
sweet
and
buying
us
fruit
Like
Kareem
I
got
the
hook
up,
brothers
look
out
because
they
look
Rest
in
peace
to?
Heavena?,
washing
tons
of
rappers
like
Booker
Tee
told
me
"You
gotta
get
out
of
the
crib,
get
into
the
world"
How
you
going
to
come
off
with
the
style
that's
thourough?
It's
like
that,
keep
on,
ha
ha
It's
like
that,
keep
on
My
foundation
is
in
black
block
of
niggas
that
rock
they
hat
cock
I'm
real
like
a
fight
with
my
rap,
rappers
I
slapbox
Back
I
got
my
rap,
now
get
your
glock
out
the
black
face
Got
tall
flavor
with
fat
taste,
the
rat
race
is
a
rat
race
Just
cause
you
got
Adidas
with
the
fat
laces
and
the
fro
don't
make
you
hip-hop
You
sorry
excuse
for
funk
rap
Why
is
there
so
many
cranks
trying
to
rhyme,
yo
funk
that
The
real
shit's
starting
to
come
back
The
Go
is
where
I'm
from
and
where
I'm
at,
jack
I
started
eating
cat
when
I
was
10
Before
dinner
I
was
getting
big
dog
like
Glen
Robinson
I
don't
see
nothing
wrong
with
a
little
bump
and
grind
But
comes
a
time
when
you
gotta
get
off
of
that
booty
The
facts
of
life
I
didn't
learn
from
watching
Tootie
But
living
in
the
big
city
but
I
still
like
Tootie
cause
she
got
big
titties
My
style
is
steep,
I
write
rhymes
on
the
incline
Splat
guts
plus
fat
nuts
and
lay
up
like
a
crib
line
I'm
slamming,
jamming
on
the
one
I'm
a
bad
man,
you're
just
a
good
son,
come
on
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