feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you Ecstasy, you and me, boy, you know I?m feeling you, I?m feeling you I?m feeling you, I
big you can't reach the pedals Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs This for my thugs baby and for the
Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah
game don't give a fuck, If you're lyrical. And that pitiful, so my position is pivotal. You can hate me all you like, but you worship the principle.
let you know its over And grab you with a crowbar and snap you in a coma Drug you with my music son, you'll never sober While your chicks on my Boeing
me if you really want it Hardcore Tonight All night long, you really want it Hardcore Tonight You're talking like you really want it Hardcore Tonight
you gotta just watch out for your own 'Cause ain't a damn thing free back home We're takin' you back home y'all Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God Mike
don't give a FUCK if you lyrical And that's pitiful, so my position is pivotal You can hate me all you like but you worship the principle I inspire revolution
house you, you in my hut Thinkin' of a rhyme trying to hold my nut Armand on the cut Com Sense MC Baby put that ass in the air where I can see Feel free, feel good You
make rap dollars Shaquille, Chris Webber, Cedric Ceballos Talent's around the world, Phoenix to Providence No need to educate Chicago, they already got Common Sense Houston and Atlanta, we love you
who you think you grabbin? The god can never lose, so you know it will never happen Lyrically making you sleepy, you'll need a nap when I slap you with
my tape like beats, I'm fresh as fruits (Uh) You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up, you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit Got on big hoes
you ain't shit.. you wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit You was doin round the poolroom nigga It ain't nuthin
lett] Intro: common Yeah, one two, bless Yeah yeah, check it I got my mellow sean lett He gonna get down for y'all chicago style Eighty-seven, you know
why, am I suffering inside? My mind is on my money but my money's got me cryin' Are you a mess? Well, money can buy you respect and success Are you
from my mistakes to miss another Resembling ignorance, isn't it all in the struggle? Got you wondering, why? You wanna bubble so you hustle Building the muscle that's not needed So the other one you