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Some information about Thelonious Lyrics Title: Common Sense - Thelonious lyrics Artist: Common Sense Album: Like Water For Chocolate Visitors: 4 visitors have visited Thelonious Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Hayeahyeah Uhhyeahyeahplay at your own risk Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit Hayeahyeahplay at your own risk Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit It s the Thelonioussuper microphonist You know usthis rap shit we bout to own it You know itthese Mini-Me s tryin 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 Thelonioussuper microphonist Uhhno time to sleep cuz if you sleep you don t eat Gotta hold heatjust to make ends meet Niggas livin on the street while other niggas feast Aight wit you it aint aight wit me Rightgotta make money all my life Gotta stay fuckin bitches many types Yeah you know what I m talkin bout Yupstay 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 Rightit s like a game we never play outoutoutout... Nigga no doubtnigga get live or get knocked the fuck out Word upjust be about what you about dogg Knowhatimsayinjust play at your own risk Act like you know bitch I m on some grown shit It s the Thelonioussuper microphonist You know usthis rap shit we bout to own it You know itcuz you can feel it in your throat Say it I m bout to let my mind float (Comsay it) Get your third eye poked Fuck gameI assemble dope... Nessa nigga that s fresh as the fess Studied this rap shitno need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your B Ifeel it in her breasts Plus yourhyme like a nigga wit his nipples pierced We lick off lyrics in the streets and real niggas hear us Dreamin when I wrote thisbox 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 goin to God like Mase did Leavin crowds complacent I move em above clouds whether on some surf and turf 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 copyniggas tryin to clone us You know usThelonioussuper microphone You know thisrap shit we bout to own it dunfor real Ayit s like a ritual You been invited let the mortal body stimulate the place With the graceneverthelessI stress Let the music put a smile on your face As for the ritualwhen 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 foryou achin for the best Hurtin like a sore in that asslike a ritual Conversation with the most high makes me wanna cry I wonder whyyou wanna get to paradise But that itty bitty part of you don t wanna die So pay attention to my wordcuz it s the truth Meditation ease the mindand brings the youth It s like a verse you could never read out of a book Droppin the line in your mind like a fish hook Word is birthyo I do it till the break of day Pay attention to your artnever go astray Word is bond Yo we do it and we don t quit Sucka nigga you don t want itit s Thelonious Ownin this rap shitsuper microphonistand we known to spit I spit fire like Esther on Sanford and Son did I m raw dudemore juice than Sunkiss You want thisso 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 rhymenine nines bustin plus Ball all the timenow 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 ballthey lyin to y all They dyin to ballthe 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 doocuz 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 playdon t let it be a holiday Thelonious niggasif you testin us we get you laid back Show you the definition of a pay back Hottest songs from Common Sense : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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