COMMON – FOOD FOR FUNK

Lyrics

Common:
What, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check it, yo
You say a one for the trouble, two for the time
Come on y'all, let's rock that, uh
(I can feel the funk)(x4)
Check it
I come to grips with mics
I come to grips that a lot of mic users is dikes
I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton
Cold, so I'm lampin, with no need for spotlight
When I got light like an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town with protection
Election year, had the block hot
I scream "fuck the world" for having a baby girl sorta cock block
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games
Some claim say but then they take on whore names
If that's the way your sex drives, stay in your lane
If you're a man, I can't tell like if the door rang now
Chorus:
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggaz all up in your face
The music is thumpin and you're feelin the bass
What you wanna do girl(wanna shout)
To the brothas when you come in a jam, it ain't a bunch of niggaz
It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor
You jackin his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you wanna do man?(let go)
Yo, check it
Some niggaz be on the mic, sounding like dikes
Allow me to get on and bust like Spike(uh)
Lee, I'm in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshit, I see through like a pager
In the age of Aquarius, various things
Is gonna carry us in intellect and what have you
Street astrologists interpret point stars and half moons
Then end up on garages or walls in bathrooms
Every black moon, a rap tune move me
The rap sun, I rain more than Rudy, that unruly shit is played
It don't stop
It's time to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's face
I know how the underground tastes
I want a crib from the ground up, rooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true story, through Corey, came close to the teachers
Colder as the Iceman, posted before it start wrinklin
Linkin with cats, who don't react to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptiness, now
Chorus:
I can feel the funk(x8)
Yo, check it, check it
I came through the corridor, with the aura
Raw Chicago mora, scope the horror
Read between the lines and know the border
Some pop wines for juice, I wait in the water
Waitin for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at The Crib
We gon get with your glamour, long as we know where it is
Tell you ain't a player by your sweater doused with wack feather
The Crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
But then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin sawed off
They fall soft, my mental lift is for me to haul off
I kick ass
Chorus:
(scratching)
I can feel the funk(x16)(makes me wanna shout, wanna shout)(x4)
(scratching)Wanna shout

Paroles (Traduction)

Commun :
Quoi, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Écoute, yo
Tu dis un pour les ennuis, deux pour le temps
Allez les gars, faisons bouger ça, euh
(Je sens le funk) (x4)
Écoute
Je prends en main les micros
Je prends en main le fait que beaucoup d'utilisateurs de micros sont des lesbiennes
Je prends en main des gens comme Fred Hampton
Froid, donc je me prélasse, pas besoin de projecteur
Quand j'ai de la lumière comme une intersection, tu parles
Mais tu es venu dans ma ville avec protection
Année d'élection, le quartier était chaud
Je crie "fuck le monde" pour avoir eu une fille, sorte de blocage
J'écris des rimes comme si je venais de la ville venteuse
Avec mon équipe, je clique comme simplement, reste midi avec la réalité
De manière décontractée, je traverse ces jeux de guerre
Certains prétendent dire mais ensuite ils prennent des noms de prostituées
Si c'est ainsi que ton sexe te pousse, reste à ta place
Si tu es un homme, je ne peux pas dire comme si la porte sonnait maintenant
Refrain :
Maintenant, aux dames dans la salle quand vous entrez dans le lieu
Il n'y a pas une bande de négros tous dans ta figure
La musique bat et tu ressens la basse
Que veux-tu faire, fille (veux crier)
Aux frères quand vous entrez dans une soirée, il n'y a pas une bande de négros
Ce n'est pas high-tech et il n'y a pas de boisson gratuite
Tu te moques de son nom et tu restes pour que tes envies s'intensifient
Que veux-tu faire homme ? (lâche prise)
Yo, écoute
Certains négros sont sur le micro, sonnant comme des lesbiennes
Permettez-moi de monter et de péter comme Spike (uh)
Lee, je suis dans les majeures sans rotation
À travers des stations de conneries, je

Thématique Nouvel album

Style Rap

Keywords Groove, Hip-hop

Entités normées Common