Lirik Lagu Chi-City - Common
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[Chorus][Common sample] And you say Chi cityWe don't stop naw we don't quit[Repeat 4X]
[Common]I rap with the passion of Christ, @#%$ cross meTook it outta space and @#%$ thought they lost meI'm back like a chiropract wit b-boy survival rapThis ain't '94 Joe we can't go backThe game need a makeoverMy man retired, I'ma take overTell these halftime @#%$ break's overI'm raw hustlas getcha bakin' sodaToo many rape the cultureLeave rappers with careers and their faith overIt's a war goin' on you can't fake bein' a soldierIn the basement listenin' to tapes of Ultramagnetic to the fact I'm a science blackI turn the TV down we could take it higher than thatI wonder if these wack @#%$ realize they wackAnd they the reason my people say they tired of rapInspired by black Muslims and ChristianPushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditionsIn the conditions of the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, c'mon
[Chorus]
A black figure, in the middle of chaos and gun fireSo many raps about rims, I'm surprised @#%$ ain't become tiresOn the street you turn code and then go screechI tell em @#%$ em, like I do the policeThe beast in runnin' rampantI'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's tantricBut the getto, tryna make a get up stand up anthemYou spit hot garbage son of SanfordWhat you rappin' for to get fame or get richI slap a @#%$ like youAnd tell him Rick James bitchWitcha Hollywood stories on porchesWe poli hood stories on who became richAnd whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switchYou didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitchI'm forever puttin' words togetherSome'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sonsThe name Com has never been involved in RunUnless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' freeI'm hotta than the times, you hardly scaryHoldin' gats inside, you cats is Halle BerryThey ask me where hip hop is goin', a ChicagoanPoetry's in motion like a picture now showin'It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'allC'mon
[Chorus]
[Common]I rap with the passion of Christ, @#%$ cross meTook it outta space and @#%$ thought they lost meI'm back like a chiropract wit b-boy survival rapThis ain't '94 Joe we can't go backThe game need a makeoverMy man retired, I'ma take overTell these halftime @#%$ break's overI'm raw hustlas getcha bakin' sodaToo many rape the cultureLeave rappers with careers and their faith overIt's a war goin' on you can't fake bein' a soldierIn the basement listenin' to tapes of Ultramagnetic to the fact I'm a science blackI turn the TV down we could take it higher than thatI wonder if these wack @#%$ realize they wackAnd they the reason my people say they tired of rapInspired by black Muslims and ChristianPushin' Cutlasses, dope, and other traditionsIn the conditions of the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, the city, c'mon
[Chorus]
A black figure, in the middle of chaos and gun fireSo many raps about rims, I'm surprised @#%$ ain't become tiresOn the street you turn code and then go screechI tell em @#%$ em, like I do the policeThe beast in runnin' rampantI'm in between sheets tryna have sex that's tantricBut the getto, tryna make a get up stand up anthemYou spit hot garbage son of SanfordWhat you rappin' for to get fame or get richI slap a @#%$ like youAnd tell him Rick James bitchWitcha Hollywood stories on porchesWe poli hood stories on who became richAnd whatever light they hit, we wanna hit the same switchYou didn't know where to aim it, you still remain bitchI'm forever puttin' words togetherSome'll sever mothers from daughters and fathers from sonsThe name Com has never been involved in RunUnless it's DMC or runnin' these broads to bein' freeI'm hotta than the times, you hardly scaryHoldin' gats inside, you cats is Halle BerryThey ask me where hip hop is goin', a ChicagoanPoetry's in motion like a picture now showin'It's the city, the city y'all, the city, the city y'allC'mon
[Chorus]
