Common and Pharrell Williams - Announcement [Sped Up - Clean]

I'm finna to take you to the tip-top, baby
I'm finna to take you to the tip-top, baby
I'm finna to take you to the tip-top, baby

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

Live from the South Side this one, hide your gun
Representing Chi-Town to the fullest, raps or bullets
See them rappers? They be duckin'
When Comm be buckin' in the kitchen, -
On the sink, got my mama a mink
Think Common is the link, thought the game was extinct
Lay there, them jeans is as slim as Shady
Brought 'em 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 and this rap -, my roots is deep
You heard the - is you, yeah, I know what's beef
Let it cook and I pop like grease
You thirsty - can't stop my feast, uh
I still love her, she be needin' the -
When it come to hip hop it's just me and my -, uh

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

Baby, you're like, "What the f-? There is no other"
Valet crushed my Rolls so quickly I bought another
Sorry Mr. William moved out the building
Spot to the top, fifty feet with was the ceiling
(Slow down son, you're killin' 'em) Well, funded it was not
Came to shitty deals, reminiscing give me chills
When Puff was with Biggie, Versace on every niggie
The backpacker copped the Porsche and drove to his city
Now all the little bitties from ugly to pretty
I was the magician mesmerize 'em, made 'em listen
My d- is like a Blow Pop, baby
And it gets stiffer than some botox, baby
But show out, baby and show me you ain't gon' act right
And I'll be pedaling 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 you hands up when we in the house
Yeah, this is hip hop, baby
I'm finna to take you to the tip-top, baby
And tell your girl that the tickets is out
And we gonna do it till they kickin' us out (uhoa)
'Cause this is hip-hop, baby
I'm finna to take you to the tip-top, baby (ah-ah)

As I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back
Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack
I'll probably go to jail for, naw, that ain't me
I style crazy and act like Jay-Z
The black Kojak, I get money and want mo' stacks
The rap photographer, the way the flow stop
Broads say, "Are you a philosopher?"
"Yeah, yeah, I philosophize on top of ya", uh-uh

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

Written by:
Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Pharrell L. Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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