Common — Southside

[Intro: Kanye West] La, la, la, la, la And everybody say, say La, la, la, la, la I know you—I know you— [Verse 1: Kanye West] I know you thinking, thinking that it must be Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dog, 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 [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 2: Common] The broads, the cars, the half-moons, 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 called 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 mack, like Steve Jobs [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 3: Kanye West] 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 coupe with no coupons Look at that Neutron on his green like croutons People asking him, "Do you have any Grey Poupon?" [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 4: Common] You in the building, but the building's falling You wouldn't be balling 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, w—w—walk it out, while still, you're crawling If rap was Harlem, I'd be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside South side of the Chi [Verse 5: Kanye West] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming of the day they push a phantom to the operas Can't wait 'til they say, "'Ye ran up at the Oscars" "Papa, I heard his life is like a movie" Like when Em played him and Mekhi played a rasta Mexicans gon' love it like it was for La Raza But this is for the mobsters, holla We some true Chi-town legends; accept no imposters (Ayy) [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside (Yeah) Southside, Southside (Ugh) Southside, side of the Chi [Verse 6: Common] The un-American idol, tower like the Eiffel Lean with it, rock with 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 things, like Spike do Through conflicts that's Crucial and drama that's Psycho (Oh!) [Chorus: Common & Kanye West] We coming from the Southside, Southside Southside, Southside Southside, Southside South side of the Chi [Interlude: Kanye West & Common] La-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la La, la-la-la-la-la, la We’re coming from the—Hey Have to spice it up You might have to spice it up Spice it up, spice it up Take your life and Yo, ugh, ayy We’re coming from the—Hey We’re coming from the—hey [Outro: Rhea Williams] And this concludes our Chicago show. Please stay tuned. [Interlude: Unknown voice] Roughneck, what's up babe-ooh? This your man, It's Real, a.k.a. Pharaoh. Captain Jack Sparrow. Just pulled up on the internet. Ooh, I see y'all in the mirror. Washing off your face! This that shit. That's what I'm talking 'bout, son. Just getting rap! Word up! What I'm saying, where the rock is, rght? I need some of that, son. That's that inspiration. I love you to death, bro-dog