http://youtube.com/watch?v=7-MU-WZCdR4 BeI want to be as free as the spirits of those who leftI'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man YusefThrough death through conceptionNew breath and resurrectionFor moms, new steps in her directionIn the right wayTold inside is where the fight layAnd everything a nigga do may not be what he might sayChicago nights stay, stay on the mindBut I write many lives and lay on these linesWave the signs of the timesMany say the grind's on the mindShorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' where I'mBush pushing lies, killers immortalizedWe got arms but won't reach for the skiesWaiting for the Lord to riseI look into my daughter's eyesAnd realize that I'ma learn through herThe Messiah, might even return through herIf I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through herFurs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'emDemons and old friends, pops they hauntin' himThe chosen one from the land of the frozen sunWhen drunk nights get remembered more than sober onesWalk like warriors, we were never told to runExplored the world to return to where my soul begunNever looking back or too far in front of meThe present is a giftand I just wanna BE___________________________________________________http://youtube.com/watch?v=iim61-CRQZ0 I Used To Love H.E.R[Chorus]Yes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 y'all and you don't stopYes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' dropVerse One: I met this girl, when I was 10 years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me on the regular, not a church girl, she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because' we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh jo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her [Chorus]Yes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 y'all and you don't stopYes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' dropVerse Two: Now periodically I would see ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body but she started gettin' thick quick Did a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence About my people she was teachin me But not preachin to me but speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way? She probably get her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, "Afrocentricity, was of the past." So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle sh*t Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell, by how her titties hung [Chorus]Yes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 y'all and you don't stopYes yes y'all and you don't stop1,2 Com-Sense is gonna' dropVerse Three: I might've failed to mention that the chick was creative But once the man got to her, he altered the native Told her if she got an image and a gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lookin' rock and dressin' hip And on some dumb sh*t, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks, servin rocks, and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into show-biz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the sh*t stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop ____________________________________http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Xxd9WHzSmA Soul By The Pound(Chorus)Boom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeepType of sh*t that hit when you pump it in your trunkBoom it and you boom it and you boom it in your jeepBabum, babum, make the speakers popI'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, BrownI'm a pro p-pro, but not a noun n-nounIf you got beef, beef, you get ground, groundCut up in soul, soul by the pound for poundI'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the brown moundNot a rebound, but like a hound, I get downNever wore a leash but I'm a show yaHow loose is my goose, got more soul than combat boots(I got soul, you got it) That's why I cameThey keep calling me, man, they keep calling me, they call my nameAnd say, I can't give it away, give it away nowOr say whiz, say what or say howSh, ok, between you and me, man it's all this white rapI got the power, hachoo, I'll just bite snapBum ba-bum, bum bumThink fast, cause I'm the RamadanAhoy-he-hoy-he, I'm Fat BoyShibidabibidabee, boom boom, I'll be the bad boyHaving a party, but I'm not a democratSpoiled as a child, but now I'm milk like similakDon't have Cinemax because my cable's piratedBug out with the rhyme, try to swat and I'll get fly with itFor pest control, I suggest some soulPorridge, sh*t, I got it, but I have no breath controlSo gimme a TO, baby like um, Chris WebberI got myself togetherNow I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straightRock me tonight, just for old time's sakeChorusRoll to the rock, rock to the rollCan't no A & R tell me that I ain't got soulC'mon, can I get a clap, can't you see I'm trappedAnd I'm so confusedNews is getting paid but what about the billsI wanna make some doe yet I wanna show my skillsDo you even know where I'm goingI ain't scared of you muthafuker, though I am of the OmenI jam like a cobra, make note, I'm not caressCause I control minds with rhymes, so FBI don't testI got a no. 2 pencil and I'm a scribble all over your faceYou see I don't pack no gatI didn't see CB4 'cause I heard that sh*t was wackLike Chris I rock, I'm strapped like my jockPeace to NO ID and my nigga Why Not, check itChorusWopee, look at me, I'm hipper than a hippieChicks flyer than the boots, so all the MC's say you make me sickWell go see the doctor, in your car, rock my tunewith the Boom shak lak lak boomI'll buy you on a cracker, bayow, watch where the sparks wentFatter than Dre, a Lover like Ed, super as Clark KentSo give it away Lois, as I change clothes without a boothAnd ride like this, like woofThe roof is on fire, it's not an LA riotI got more ho, ho ho's than the jolly green giantLarge as the Professor and I'm never faking funk cockFat as heavy metal yet I'm harder than punk rockSo take me to a land I know not too far awayI got skills like Tim and I'm coming in a hardawaySo keep the crossover, common as a b-boyWhile you be dragging last, I be kicking like Bruce lee wouldSho nuff, yo I got the stuff that tops the stoveAnd I am about to explo-o-o-odeWho was that masked kid, that's what'cha ask kidFree to be stroke, cut throat, Lonnie or ?rash? itBut oh no, this was Common with his soul glowComing from Chicag- but yo I gotta go- goThe go, check, check the go(ha-ha) the go, check check the go(Yeah)Choruspost more fans of real hip hop
I Used to Love H.E.R.'s lyrics are sooo deep. By the way, the girl he raps about in the song is Hip-Hop.Anyways... I'll contribute here.Common - Gohttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xke068xYOnw[Chorus](Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three(Go) go, go, go, go, go, goUh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three(Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three(Go) go, go, go, go, go, goAnd on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now(Go) She was a bad (uh), the type at the club niggaz would grab her(Go) Fantasized when I had her, in the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up(Go) The body of a dancer, we had chemistry because she was a CancerThought forever it would last for, but forever move faster, so I had to(Go) Still I gotta pause when I think about her in dem draws(Go) And a ooh baby she liked it raw and like rain when she came it poured(Go) And like a car that I can't afford I would want it then want some moreThe positions our frames explored let me know she was secure, back for more I wanna[Chorus](Go) Freaky like the daughter of a pastor, said I was bait for her to master(Go) Little red corvette now she was faster, wet dreams Le'maire cream the bathroom(Go) We made love and then laughter, and anyway I wanted I could have herSaid there were some girls that did attract her, a new chapter she was after so I said let's(Go) To a place that you wanna be, uh get what you want from her and me uh(Go) Free love I wanna see uh, hot sex in the third degree uh(Go) You gettin' served while servin' me uh, dirty words encourage me toRock steady and sturdily on, you turnin' me no turnin' back the further we[Chorus]
