Pharrell Williams - Announcement lyrics

[Intro x3: Common] I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby [Hook: Common] 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 you to the tip-top, baby And tell your girl that the tickets is out And we gonna do this 'til they kickin' us out Cause, this is hip hop, baby I'm finna take you to the tip-top, baby [Verse 1: Common] Live from the south side, this one, hide your gun Representing Chi Town to the fullest, raps are bullets See them rappers? They be duckin' When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, f**in' On the sink, got my momma a mink Think Common is the link Thought the game was extinct Lady, them jeans is as slim as Shady Brought them back from the 80's Now, let's make some babies Freestyle paid off so Lincoln paid me Now we can push more whips than slavery Alex Haley of this rap sh**, my roots is deep You heard the b**h in you, yeah I know what's beef Let it cook and I pop like grease You thirsty n***as can't shock my feast, ugh I still love her, she be needin' the dick When it comes to hip-hop, it's just me and my b**h [Hook] [Verse 2: Pharrell] Baby, you're like, "What the-- f**? There is no other" Valet crashed my Rolls so quickly I bought another Sorry, Mr. Williams moved out the building Spot to the top, 50 feet was the ceiling (Slow down, son, you're k**in' 'em) Well funded it was not gangsta Came to sh**ty deals, reminiscing gives me chills When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every n**ie The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove through his city Now, all the little bitties, from ugly to pretty I was the magician, mesmerize '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 pedaling backwards like a track bike She don't know the Casio cost a hundred It's been two years since I done it, now all the rappers want it What? [Hook] [Verse 3: Common] As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of 'gnac I probably go to jail but naw, that ain't me I style crazy and net like Jay Z The black Kojak "I get money" and want more stacks The rap photographer, the way the flow snap Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?" Yea yea, I'll philosophize on top of ya [Hook]