Announcement Songtext
von Common

I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby
I'm finna take it to the tip top, baby
I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby

Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take it to the tip top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon′ do it ′til they kickin' us out (What?)
′Cause this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take it to the tip top, baby

Live from the Southside, it′s one, hide your gun
Representin' Chi-Town to the fullest
Raps are bullets, see them rappers? They be duckin′


When Common be bucket in the kitchen
Fuckin' on the sink, got my mama a mink
Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lady, them jeans is too slim and shady
Brought 'em back from the ′80s, now let′s make some babies
Freestyle paid off, so link and pavement
Now we can push more whips than slavery
Alex Haley of this rap shit, my roots is deep
You heard your bitch and you, yeah, I know what's beef

Let it cook and I pop like grease
You thirsty niggas can′t stop my feast, uh

I still love her, she be needin' the dick

When it come to hip-hop, it′s just me and my bitch, uh

Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out (What?)
And we gon' do it 'til they kickin′ us out (What?)
′Cause this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take it to the tip top, baby

You′re like, "What the fuck? There is no other"
Valet crashed my Rolls so quickly I bought another


Sorry, Mr. William, moved out the building
Spot to the top, fifty feet was the ceiling
(Slow down, son, you're killin′ 'em)
What fun and it was not games
That shitty deals reminisce and give me chills
With Puff, we were Biggie, Versace on every niggie
The backpacker copped a Porsche and drove through his city
Now all the little bitties from ugly to pretty
I was the magician, mesmerized ′em, made 'em listen

My dick is like a blow pop, baby

And it get stiffer than some Botox, baby
But show out, baby, and show me you gon' act right
And I′ll be peddlin′ backwards like a track bike
She ain't know the Casio cost a hundred
It′s been two years since I done it
Now all the rappers want it (What?)

Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon' do it ′til they kickin' us out (What?)
'Cause this is hip-hop, baby
I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby

As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of ′gnac
I'd probably go to jail, but nah, that ain′t me
I style crazy and neck like Jay-Z
The black Kojak, I get money and won't post that
The rap photographer, the way the flow snap
Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?"
Yeah, yeah, I philosophize on top of y′all, uh

Everybody, I'd like to announce
Throw your hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip-hop, baby
I′m finna take it to the tip top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gon' do it 'til they kickin′ us out
′Cause this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna take it to the tip top, baby