Dug Infinite - Real n***a Quotes lyrics

[Produced by Dug Infinite] [Verse 1: Common] Real n***a quotes I tote Got some sh** on the free but this is sh** that I wrote Legendary like The Goat, who got game? Give it a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes My album, n***as was expecting, now my water broke Before it, I was sort of broke Get the paper for the funnies, sports and the horoscope Order curry goat like Fluke Stokes order coke You sharp with your rings and chain but you short of rope At the end of the road trip still, I'mma hold sh** down like syndrome Rappers are like Fox Brown trying to get home Barely get your touchdown, I'm in the end zone You can't honor what I'm on, then b**h n***a get gone f** the wind storm, my pen told the street folklore Body language spoke raw Don't talk to broads that are spoke for, that provoke war Stand out like cold sores, claim you hard but you ho-core George Bush and CIA you moving O's for I write like Richard for publishing while you sold yours [Hook: Dug Infinite] Com got rhymes, Dug make beats Sound complete, plus unique, the sh** be sweet You know the sh** be real [Verse 2: Common] Chicka-chicka-M chicka-C chicka-M am I People call me Com and collective with perspective I draw crowds, go off like car alarm sounds Bomb like 'Nam sound, tell your b**h to calm down Must want to give me skull asking me to take my hat off I'm ill, raps I spit as if I had a bad cough This crank n***a stole a style and ain't take the tag off Playing yourself, you can't come with it, so you jack off More heart than an artery, jones in my bones To see thugs in harmony, it's gonna be some drama If you try to sit Com down, this ain't comedy sh** is real like a station property, crew is forming colonies Commonly, I hear these rats thinking they mahogany On every rap hook, sounding like a dog to me In a reservoir, I flow and go On and on, like Erykah or etcetera Designated not to make hits but hit home Out of proportion, hit makers get blown [Hook] [Verse 3: Common] R&B studs k** me with they hardcore ballads Love songs is violent, them n***as whole style is silent I hate to staple the singers together But in my head it's been ringing forever And a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye While all you singers booty this and freak me baby, it gets me Emcees be insecure, like them little ho n***as immature wearing bobs If I got a show in your town, I'm there with mob Bukeing n***as and pulling broads is they apparent job [Hook x2]