Pharrell Williams, Common - Announcement lyrics
Pharrell Williams [Pharrell Lanscilo Williams] Virginia Beach, Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pharrell Williams, Common - Announcement lyrics]
I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby
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
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 80's
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 you
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 and my bitch
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
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?
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?"
Yea yea, I'll philosophize on top of ya
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
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 80's
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 you
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 and my bitch
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
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?
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?"
Yea yea, I'll philosophize on top of ya