[Intro: Common & J Dilla]
Yeah
One, two
Yeah
Where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where you at? (Yeah)
[Chorus: Common & J Dilla]
Say you got guns, then bring that shit (What?)
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
'Cause you gon' need a lot more ones and guns for this (What?)
Me and my mans is 'bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one, two
'Bout to spit that hot shit
Huh, woo, yeah, huh
Turn it down, nigga
Hot shit
Yeah
[Verse 1: Common]
Messenger in the metropolis, apocalypse here and now
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I appear in clouds on some heaven to earth shit
Fake niggas drown the deeper the verse gets
Deep as a skinny girl's cunt
I surface with the purpose to let y'all niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye
I identify with dobbs and weaves
And niggas makin' moves, the bob and weave
And niggas with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky like Marv Albert, in outfits by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God, but don't got religion
Got a clip for these niggas on the 'net sellin' my shit
Let's just say you Ramone and I'm Spit
In a habitat of Cadillacs and battle raps
And people that travel at the speed of need
Never agree with the ways of the world
Cats say anything like they say to they girl
How you bringin' it when you sit Indian-style?
Niggas know me as Com, it's time hear me go wild
With hot shit, yeah, huh
Hot shit, yeah, one, two
Came to bring it, boy
[Chorus: J Dilla & Common]
You say you got guns, then bring that shit (Uh)
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
'Cause you gon' need a lot more ones and guns for this (What?)
Me and my mans and we 'bout to spit some hot shit
What?
No doubt, nigga, some hot shit
[Verse 2: Common]
Old men see visions, young men dream dreams
I rock the planet, recognize, I'm the cream
Com rules everything and everything is
How your man pullin your weight, he ain't carryin' his?
Scary, the biz is like The Blair Witch Project
Experiment in rooms on some bad bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you and the gods?
I just did a show, I'm pursuin' these broads
Every one, I ain't tryin' to fuck
Wanna feel female presence and conversation a touch
You'll get split like a date that's dust, scuffed, and scraped up
Taped up for tryin' to say whatever you was about to say
You rap like a nigga that's about to spray
Get a mouth shot for openin' your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night, it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas to travel through
Before defeatin' me, joe, you better battle you
I tap into my own zone like it's my home phone
Turn the cell off and let my dome roam
Shame I gotta do white labels to keep my life stable
I write fatal bringin' niggas to life
A wise man came in the thick of the night
He said, "Bring that shit when you pick up the mic"
I said, "What shit?"
He said, "Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit"
[Chorus: Common & J Dilla]
You say you got guns, then bring that shit (Uh)
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
'Cause you gon' need a lot more ones and guns for this (Uh)
Me and my mans and we known to spit this hot shit (Hot shit, yeah, yeah, uh)
[Outro: Common & J Dilla]
What we spit, Jay? (Break it down, nigga)
Hot shit, uh, yeah, uh, come on, yeah, what? (Keep it goin')
Hot shit (Nonstop)
Hot shit
Hot shit, yeah, boy (Keep it goin')
Hot shit (Out)
Hot
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