Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Orange Pineapple Juice

Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice
I`ma sip on it, check it out

I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme
But my rhyme is better than yours
(repeat 2X)

U-A-C, they get they P`s and
No I.D., be gettin his P`s and
The Late Show, they get they P`s and
ProfessaNots, they get they P`s and

Peep the maneuver, how bout the Heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon
I`m the shit, you`re shit out of luck, tough
I`m the act to follow, housing kids like Ronald
Mac like Donald Goines, flows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng
I draw a crowd like blood with the `pint of` technique
and everybody there be like, "YEAH!"
Cause cain`t near a nig dat`ll say `Whoomp, There It Is`
I`m like a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids
shit they be like, "Com-mon!" That`s my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburger, I`ma Fudrucker
askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can`t cut the mustard
So where`s the beef, jerky?
I`m as Worthy as James, not that good with names
but I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste
of Chicago, we got mo` many mo` many mo` many mo` flavors
Don`t just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I`m-a-hood takin niggaz under
on the tundra, cause "they`re plain, they`re plain" (Fantasy Island)
I`m on a plateau that is fat so
It`s just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see
how I land, I`m grand like a finale
I`m goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness

Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da
Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da
South Side, rock on and
The West Side, we gotta rock on and
Hey yo Chicago, we gotta rock on and
The East coast, you gotta rock on and
The West coast, you gotta rock on and
ah down South, you gotta rock on and
Check it... "Now you can go!"

Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone
Get on gone, you pussy MC!
Steppin to me, with them dirty feets you`ll get defeated
like Kunta Kinte, I`m kin to the Lynn crew
My great, great, grandpap done been through
so much it`s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that I`ma Turn This Mutha Out
But Common you ain`t hittin in New York
I don`t know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props
Some cats think I`m six feet I`m so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I`m six-fo`, my shit be hittin like switches
Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag
I ask the bitches, "Why your titties saggin?"
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist
"Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell the truth, tell the truth, y`all had to move your neck to this
Didn`t you, didn`t you... and it, and it, and it
and it don`t stop, bust it

"Gotta crew ya better tell em" --> Keith Murray

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Orange Pineapple Juice Hand me a little bit of umm, orange pineapple juice I`ma sip on it, check it out I got a rhyme, you got a rhyme But my rhyme is better than yours (repeat 2X) U-A-C, they get they P`s and No I.D., be gettin his P`s and The Late Show, they get they P`s and ProfessaNots, they get they P`s and Peep the maneuver, how bout the Heim-lich I rhyme sick and you can get the duck, coon I`m the shit, you`re shit out of luck, tough I`m the act to follow, housing kids like Ronald Mac like Donald Goines, flows I change like coins Choyoyoyyoyoyyng, choyoyoyyyyng, choyoyoyoyyyyyng I draw a crowd like blood with the `pint of` technique and everybody there be like, "YEAH!" Cause cain`t near a nig dat`ll say `Whoomp, There It Is` I`m like a mom on section 8, over-bearing kids shit they be like, "Com-mon!" That`s my muhfucka true Youse a hamburger, I`ma Fudrucker askin me to lettuce ketchup, knowin you can`t cut the mustard So where`s the beef, jerky? I`m as Worthy as James, not that good with names but I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste of Chicago, we got mo` many mo` many mo` many mo` flavors Don`t just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I`m-a-hood takin niggaz under on the tundra, cause "they`re plain, they`re plain" (Fantasy Island) I`m on a plateau that is fat so It`s just a fan-tasy, for the fans to see how I land, I`m grand like a finale I`m goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness Dee-da-da-da-doo-doo, dee-da-da, ah-eh-da-da Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doo, dee-da-da, dee-da-da South Side, rock on and The West Side, we gotta rock on and Hey yo Chicago, we gotta rock on and The East coast, you gotta rock on and The West coast, you gotta rock on and ah down South, you gotta rock on and Check it... "Now you can go!" Mister Pussy Emcee, just get on gone Get on gone, you pussy MC! Steppin to me, with them dirty feets you`ll get defeated like Kunta Kinte, I`m kin to the Lynn crew My great, great, grandpap done been through so much it`s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga So I figure like a father... that I`ma Turn This Mutha Out But Common you ain`t hittin in New York I don`t know what you thought hops, but chief I got tall props Some cats think I`m six feet I`m so deep Some stunts be thinkin I`m six-fo`, my shit be hittin like switches Bitches, ask, why my, britches, sag I ask the bitches, "Why your titties saggin?" Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses I can get down, d-d-d-down like pessimist "Ring the Alarm", I got Charm like a neck-a-lace Tell the truth, tell the truth, y`all had to move your neck to this Didn`t you, didn`t you... and it, and it, and it and it don`t stop, bust it "Gotta crew ya better tell em" --> Keith Murray Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Orange Pineapple Juice: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/21590.html Все тексты песен: Common Sense » Common Sense - Pitchin` Pennies » Common Sense - A Penny For My Thoughts » Common Sense - Resurrection » Common Sense - Nuthin` to Do » Common Sense - Chatper 13 (Rich Man vs. Poor Man) » Common Sense - Resurrection » Common Sense - Resurrection `95 » Common Sense - Blows to the Temple » Common Sense - Thisisme » Common Sense - Nuthin` to Do » Common Sense - Watermelon » Common Sense - Soul By the Pound 12", Resurrection 12" » Common Sense - Heidi Hoe » Common Sense - I Used to Love H.E.R. » Common Sense - Charms Alarm » Common Sense - 1, 2 Many » Common Sense - Puppy Chow » Common Sense - Chapter 13 (Rich Man Vs. Poor Man) » Common Sense - I`ve Been Thinking » Common Sense - G.O.D. (Gaining One`s Definition) Рекомендуем скачать: » Fireside - Throw It Away » Front 242 - Tragedy (for you) » Francis Cabrel - Petite Angиle » Fear Factory - Slave Labour » Fate`s Warning - Prelude to Ruin » Faith Hill - My Wild Frontier » Frank Sinatra - Theres Something Missing » Fesu - Fallin` Off Da Deep End » Francesco De Gregori - Pane E Castagne » Fitzgerald Patrik - Waiting For The Final Cue » Foxx John - My Wild Love » Frank Sinatra - Moments in the Moonlight » Frank Sinatra - Out of Nowhere » FunkDoobiest - Rock On » Front 242 - W.y.h.i.w.y.g. » Faction - Corpse in Disguise » Fear Factory - resurrection \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Fairport Convention - Flowers Of The Forest » Fall, The - Telephone Thing » Floorpunch - Holding On
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