Watermelon Songtext
von Common
Watermelon Songtext
It′s a phone call
I'm gonna have to let London do it
Sunset...
Rodney...
Give him some watermelon
(Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon)
I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin′ broads while they menstruate
I'm spendin' great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man′s thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother′s breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I′d be bonin' the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
Probably some scratch clothes and some J′s
I got six million ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiendish child, now in rehab
My stutter style's crazy
′Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
'Cause I kick ass
And when I wreck it other rappers be like, "Whiplash!"
(Watermelon) check it out, y′all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon)
It′s like I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out, ′cause I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
′Cause I had lyrics back when I used to go with Keyvin
This MC stepped to me, butt-ass naked like, "What's up?"
I said, "You know you done fucked up
Now I'm sayin, "You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that here be say I Jams like the NBA
′Cause I′m on fire
If I was the Michelan I wouldn't tire
It′s funny how time flies
Well I'm as fly as time
I don′t believe in role models
But if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say, "True"
They be you and be like fiction
I want ′spect and dead presidents
Like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player
They the gay MC, I'm straighter
My style is similiar to AIDS
You can f with it now
But catch you later
You can′t touch this, ′cause this is what I'm feelin′ bro
I'm the man, you need me, I′ll be on the fifth flo'
Just chillin′
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace
I′m out to Dirty Burgers, I′ma give my change to Reese
(Watermelon) check it out, y'all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon) it′s like that, dawg
(Watermelon) check it out, y'all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon)
I'm gonna have to let London do it
Sunset...
Rodney...
Give him some watermelon
(Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon)
I express like an interstate
Hyper when I venilate
My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reitterate
That I innovate
Bonin′ broads while they menstruate
I'm spendin' great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught
On some other man′s thinking
Now your third eye is blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother′s breath be stinking
I get funky for sure while you're unsure
If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I′d be bonin' the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
Probably some scratch clothes and some J′s
I got six million ways to rhyme
Choose one
I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean
Like a fiendish child, now in rehab
My stutter style's crazy
′Cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga
'Cause I kick ass
And when I wreck it other rappers be like, "Whiplash!"
(Watermelon) check it out, y′all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon)
It′s like I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper
I'm a blow this shit out, ′cause I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob
I still would be deeper
′Cause I had lyrics back when I used to go with Keyvin
This MC stepped to me, butt-ass naked like, "What's up?"
I said, "You know you done fucked up
Now I'm sayin, "You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that here be say I Jams like the NBA
′Cause I′m on fire
If I was the Michelan I wouldn't tire
It′s funny how time flies
Well I'm as fly as time
I don′t believe in role models
But if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say, "True"
They be you and be like fiction
I want ′spect and dead presidents
Like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player
They the gay MC, I'm straighter
My style is similiar to AIDS
You can f with it now
But catch you later
You can′t touch this, ′cause this is what I'm feelin′ bro
I'm the man, you need me, I′ll be on the fifth flo'
Just chillin′
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace
I′m out to Dirty Burgers, I′ma give my change to Reese
(Watermelon) check it out, y'all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon) it′s like that, dawg
(Watermelon) check it out, y'all
(Watermelon) you don′t stop
(Watermelon) keep movin' on
(Watermelon)
Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com