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Common Rotation - Текст песни Chapter 13
Intro whispering: 
 Let's talk about money 
 Get money 
 Common Sense want the money 
 Let's talk about money. 
 Common Sense: 
 I... be... the one they call Peavey 
 I'm Poe as Edgar Allen 
 But I'm a poet when I'm freestylin 
 Ynot: 
 You got a design masterwind Not Never The Less 
 Fresh like L addresss yes the LS's here 
 I appear on piers with my peers 
 The Imperial like margerin, I'm butter 
 Yes like Bel-Air 
 Common Sense: 
 Lookin' at my fake Gucci, it's about that time 
 It's time for some perculator 
 I circulate around the block 
 Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken 
 A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 
 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time 
 Ynot: 
 Well I'm a two timer of women that'll 3 times a lady 
 Ms. Haiti say Sade and my Ms.Golper say 
 "Yo whoop there it is" call me E cause I equal MC's squared 
 In the bed marks know I got the key to get the girls 
 Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers 
 More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid 
 Common Sense: 
 Yo, I didn't grow up up po po but once you get grown and out on your 
 Own 
 Bills apon bills apon bills is what you have 
 Before you get your check than you already spend half 
 See I make money, money doesn't make me 
 I'm a reflection of my section and section 8 
 Ynot: 
 Enough, I own 8 sections of the world, where I'm sexin' 8 girls 
 Where I have them comin' in (ugh) 8 seconds 
 I told Victoria her Secret you suck life a crest 
 I Ultrawhite my secretery, I went to Tibet 
 To bet on a horse you bet your life 
 Mine was better and now your deader, than a (door knob) eeea wrong 
 Hook: 
 Ynot: 
 So what's your name? 
 Common Sense: 
 I'm the Com that wrote Com Sense, and when I don't got scratch 
 I do feel tense, and if you give your money to a broad yous a dummy 
 Ynot: 
 Cause without the money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" (X3) 
 Ynot: 
 THese rhymes I exchange like stock, I'm live like stock Common Rotation - Chapter 13 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/common-rotation/chapter-13-lyrics.html
 I rock like Prudential, making ha ha from O 
 That's mucho denero, like Robert Denero, Irob Berts denero 
 A hero like the sandwich, a man which has mills like Stephanie Mills 
 Dills like pickels, I'm fancy man like tickles LIKE (the french) 
 Not Johnny but like a Bench I press on like glue 
 I stand like Lee while you stagger like Lee 
 Most likely I'll gagger that bullish I pull ish like a magnet 
 A dragnet, I don't drag I gets net income, yo bums I rush like 
 Adrenaline 
 I'm royal when I flush, your highest hush will get mushed like a 
 Sleigh dog 
 I saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman 
 Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from 
 All money 
 I spend (what you do?) I stay fresh like mint from mint 
 I ment my mint, know what I mean? I'm nice 
 Real friendly like an officer, friendly and a gentleman 
 Friendly like neighbors, not Jim but like Homer I got attention salute 
 I kill loot but won't dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground 
 I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, Biiitch 
 Hook: 
 Common Sense: 
 So what's your name? 
 Ynot: 
 I'm Ynot I own a mansion and a yacht (uh ha) 
 Essentials and credentials and honies at my feet (come on) 
 And when I walk the street I'm never looking bummy 
 Common Sense: 
 Cause without the money 
 "Ain't a damn thing funny" 
 Comm: 
 Ok there was a black man a white man and a chinnese man 
 The black man of coarse he was po (yeah) 
 THe white man. He was rich (uh ha) 
 And the chinnese man, he owned a store (alright c'mon) 
 Ok the blackman lived on Beech Street 
 The white man lived on Wall Street 
 And the chinnese man's store is where they all meet 
 Not really on the good foot 
 Because the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes 
 And in his shoes there were holes 
 But the white man didn't care, shit he didn't have to wear it (uh ha) 
 He scratched that pad he got from his parents, with his tight ass 
 He would of been poor white trash, but anyway 
 Everyday the blackman would ask for some spare change 
 But Adam, the white man would stare strange 
 So the black man got fed up 
 Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him 
 And took red by his neck and started beatin' him and beatin' him 
 The chinnese man got noyd and broke out like a peon 
 And now the blackman own the store and the name of it is Leons 
 (what's that?) 
 Barbeque that is. Rib tips hotsuace, mild sauce, fries











