Common — Real Nigga Quotes

[Produced by Dug Infinite] [Verse 1: Common] Real nigga quotes I tote Got some shit on the free but this is shit that I wrote Legendary like The Goat, who got game? Give it a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes My album, niggas was expecting, now my water broke Before it, I was sort of broke Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope Order curry goat like Fluke Stokes order coke You sharp with your rings and chain but you short of rope At the end of the road trip still, I'mma hold shit down like syndrome Rappers are like Fox Brown trying to get home Barely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone You can't honor what I'm on, then bitch nigga get gone Fuck the wind storm, my pen told the street folklore Body language spoke raw Don't talk to broads that are spoke for, that provoke war Stand out like cold sores, claim you hard but you ho-core George Bush and CIA you moving O's for I write like Richard for publishing while you sold yours [Chorus: Dug Infinite] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Sound complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet You know the shit be real [Verse 2: Common] Chicka-chicka-M chicka-C chicka-M am I People call me Com and collective with perspective I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds Bomb like 'Nam sound, tell your bitch to calm down Must want to give me skull asking me to take my hat off I'm ill, raps I spit as if I had a bad cough This crank nigga stole a style and ain't take the tag off Playing yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off More heart than an artery, jones in my bones To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy Shit is real like a station property, crew is forming colonies Commonly, I hear these rats thinking they mahogany On every rap hook, sounding like a dog to me In a reservoir, I flow and go On and on, like Erykah or etcetera Designated not to make hits but hit home Out of proportion, hit makers get blown [Chorus: Dug Infinite] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Sound complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet You know the shit be real [Verse 3: Common] R&B studs kill me with they hardcore ballads Love songs is violent, them niggas whole style is silent I hate to staple the singers together But in my head it's been ringing forever And a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye While all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me Emcees be insecure, like them little ho niggas immature wearing bobs If I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob Bukeing niggas and pulling broads is they apparent job [Chorus: Dug Infinite] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Sound complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet You know the shit be real Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Sound complete, plus unique, the shit be sweet You know the shit be real