[Intro: Common]
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Chorus: Common]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
'Cause, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Verse 1: Common]
Live from the south side, this one, hide your gun
Representing Chi Town to the fullest
Raps are bullets, see them rappers? They be duckin'
When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, fuckin'
On the sink, got my momma a mink
Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lady, them jeans is as Slim as Shady
Brought them back from the '80s, now, let's make some babies
Freestyle paid off so Lincoln paid me
Now we can push more whips than slavery
Alex Haley of this rap shit, my Roots is deep
You heard The Bitch in Yoo, yeah I know What's Beef?
Let it cook and I pop like grease
You thirsty niggas can't shock my feast, ugh
I still love her, she be needin' the dick
When it comes to hip-hop, it's just Me & My Bitch
[Chorus: Common]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
'Cause, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Baby, you're like, "What the-- fuck? There is no other"
Valet crashed my Rolls so quickly I bought another
Sorry, Mr. Williams moved out the building
Spot to the top, 50 feet was the ceiling
(Slow down, son, you're killin' 'em) Well funded it was not gangsta
Came to shitty deals, reminiscing gives me chills
When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every niggie
The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove through his city
Now, all the little bitties, from ugly to pretty
I was the magician, mesmerize 'em, made 'em listen
My dick is like a blow-pop baby
And it get stiffer than some Botox baby
But show out baby, and show me you gon' act right
And I'll be pedaling backwards like a track bike
She don't know the Casio cost a hundred
It's been two years since I done it, now all the rappers want it
What?
[Chorus: Common]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
'Cause, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
[Verse 3: Common]
As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of 'gnac
I probably go to jail but naw, that ain't me
I style crazy and net like Jay Z
The black Kojak, I Get Money and want more stacks
The rap photographer, the way the flow snap
Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?"
Yeah yeah, I'll philosophize on top of ya
[Chorus: Common]
Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out
'Cause, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
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