Common - Southside - Edited Album Version lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common - Southside - Edited Album Version lyrics]
I know you're thinking
Thinking that it must be
Armor All flow cause it never get rusty
I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, GLC where was we?
Still rock the Prada 'fore that
Rock the Starter niggas had the Georgetown
The Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects
And they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project
And come back and tear the mall up
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
The broads, the cars, the half moon
The stars
I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn CDs with no regard for the stars
Come to the crib with conflict
Diamonds and they ours
Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
Now them niggas know I'm
One of Chi-town's gods
We eating Joe, you still talking no carbs
A conscious nigga with mac like Steve Jobs
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
Your fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I know why
I'm back from the future seen
It with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
Back in college I had to get
My back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn't cop
A coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on
His green like crutons people asking him
"Do you have any grey poupon?"
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
You in the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if
Your name was Spalding
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Bout to school y'all niggas
You should call him August
I'm the sun that goes down
But I'm still revolving
Southside walk it out
While still you're crawlin'
If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
With money in the bank like G rap
We're calling we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi
With niggas masked up like
Phantom of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they push
A phantom to the operas
Can't wait till they say
"Ye ran up at the Oscars"
Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
Like when Em' played him and
Mekhi played a rasta
Mexicans gonna love it like it
Was for La Raza
But this is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends
Accept no imposters we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi
Uh, the un-American idol
Tower like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Black like the Disciples
Know when to use a bible
And when to use a rifle
You rap like you should be on
The back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery
And 'Beat It' like Michael
Your career is a typo
Mine was written like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do
Through Conflicts that's Crucial and
Drama that's Psycho we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi
Thinking that it must be
Armor All flow cause it never get rusty
I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me
Bust somebody head, GLC where was we?
Still rock the Prada 'fore that
Rock the Starter niggas had the Georgetown
The Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects
And they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project
And come back and tear the mall up
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
The broads, the cars, the half moon
The stars
I'm like Jeff Fort the way I get behind bars
Burn CDs with no regard for the stars
Come to the crib with conflict
Diamonds and they ours
Back in '94 they call me Chi-town's Nas
Now them niggas know I'm
One of Chi-town's gods
We eating Joe, you still talking no carbs
A conscious nigga with mac like Steve Jobs
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
Your fly is open, McFly
The crowd is open I think I know why
I'm back from the future seen
It with my own eyes
And yep, I'm still the future of the Chi
Back in college I had to get
My back up off the futon
I knew that I couldn't cop
A coup with no coupons
Look at that neutron on
His green like crutons people asking him
"Do you have any grey poupon?"
We coming from the south, South
South, South south, South
South, Side of the Chi
You in the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if
Your name was Spalding
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Bout to school y'all niggas
You should call him August
I'm the sun that goes down
But I'm still revolving
Southside walk it out
While still you're crawlin'
If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin
With money in the bank like G rap
We're calling we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi
With niggas masked up like
Phantom of the Opera
Dreaming of the day they push
A phantom to the operas
Can't wait till they say
"Ye ran up at the Oscars"
Poppa, I heard his life is like a movie
Like when Em' played him and
Mekhi played a rasta
Mexicans gonna love it like it
Was for La Raza
But this is for the mobsters, Holla
We some true chi-town legends
Accept no imposters we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi
Uh, the un-American idol
Tower like the Eiffel
Lean wit it, rock wit it
Black like the Disciples
Know when to use a bible
And when to use a rifle
You rap like you should be on
The back of a motorcycle
Caught a case of robbery
And 'Beat It' like Michael
Your career is a typo
Mine was written like a haiku
I write to 'Do the Right Thing' like Spike do
Through Conflicts that's Crucial and
Drama that's Psycho we coming from the
South, South south, South
South, South south, Side of the Chi