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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
Lenny Underwood
Lenny Underwood
Keyboards
Tony Orbach
Tony Orbach
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Marks
Andrew Marks
Composer
Common
Common
Lyrics
Ernest Dion Wilson
Ernest Dion Wilson
Composer
London McDaniels
London McDaniels
Composer
Tony Craig
Tony Craig
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
2pc DRK
2pc DRK
Producer
Kirk Yano
Kirk Yano
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, man, brothers out here saying you should come on a gangster tip
And other brothers out here saying you should come on a smooth tip
You know what? Be yourself and just take it easy
You know what I'm saying?
[Verse 2]
I'm easy, easy, easy like Sunday morning
I can kick a stupid nervous joint when I'm yawning
Ah, Common's comin' with that old "Oh, excuse me"
Elizabeth, this is a big one, I mean a doozy
Doogie Howser, 'cause see, I'm like Bowser
Kickin' it with the sha-na-na-na, the t-shirt and the trousers
How's the Family Ties?
I'm left with the gift, open it up, surprise!
Big Mac, Filet-O-Fish, Quarter Pounder, french fries
Icy Coke, milkshake, sundaes and apple pies
And a cup? Nah, that's enough of that
I'm like an Indian giver, yo, give me that back
Comin' again, pop-pop-pop-pop, bring it back, selector
We be the thoroughbred, so use your head, play the Trifecta
Common infector, smug MC, heads up
Ya better duck 'cause what the fuck, it's me
(Now what's your name?) Common
Come in again, Common
(Now what you doin'?) Common
(Now how was she?) Common, check it out
Common is comin' soon to a theater near you
To the UAC crew, enough respect due
Do I do, when I do, where I do
I do, do, do, yo I do it on the ease (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
On the ease (Check it out)
On the ease (How?)
On the ease (Here we go)
On the ease (Yeah)
On the ease (Check it out)
On the ease (How?)
On the ease (How you kickin' it?)
[Verse 4]
I be kicking it with a doubly-dope rhymer
I'm trippin-and-dippin-and-slippin' with the rhyme like Slimer
(Who you gonna call?) Ghostbuster
I'm Petey Wheatstraw, and I'm just a
Hustler, I tried to scheme for a sec
But the record got wreck, tried to write a bad check
So I checked myself, before self got buck
Wild, tried to live how I had to fluctuate
To a state and matriculate, yo, I had to elevate
You can tell it's great 'cause I'm state
Off 87, the south side of Chicago
501 come follow me, yo, everywhere that I go
And I know I ain't did nothing (Hell naw)
The district think I be just a lil' trick kid frontin'
UAC got my back if there's any contact
In the back is a track from Immenslope soul cat
And it's phat, sorta like Oprah before she lost weight
I put my rhymes in good hands, hey, like All State
And I'm all in a state of ease, my phobia
I'm the Spider-Man, givin' bug MCs arachnaphobia
Holy-molia, it's totally awesome
The survey says I get more skins than Richard Dawson
But I won't catch mono or no type of disease
'Cause when I flex for sex, I do it on the ease (Yeah)
[Verse 5]
On the ease (Check it out)
On the ease (How?)
On the ease (Now here we go)
On the ease (Yeah)
On the ease (Check it out)
On the ease (Yeah, take it easy)
[Verse 6]
In fact, it's feeling so good, let's take it all the way back to the '50s
Sing it
[Verse 7]
A-wop-bop-a-loo, a-lop-bam-boo
I'm a Dr Petter, wouldn't you like to be a Pepper?
Two-steppin' through, yodel-lay-hee-hoo
Oui, oui, ma chérie, et comment allez vous?
(Contraire, mon frére) Okay, truth or dare
Is it true that I'm dope (Yeah)
Yippedy yes, y'all, here we go, a-loopedy-loop-de-loo
A-hubbeda-hula hoop, a-hubbeda alley oop to coop
I gots the Magic but I'm not a Laker
I'm shaking and baking and taking, 'cause I'm the back board
Break her arm and feather, whipping the wonder, twist, deactivate
Hold up, my drawers are in my crack, a'ight, pass the tape
Time to activate and ejaculate
This is the period where I menstruate (What?)
I meant to say demonstrate
I'm in a state, where I've had too much eight ball
In the corner pocket, count 'em, buck it
A chicken, a finger-licking with a finger bone
I'm on a roll, stippedy stutter roll
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah Ayatoll
Of Khomein, my domain is infinite
You got trouble, well, you need to get some dick
And to the hip-hop shop, the future shock
When we started kickin' on the one, two, and you don't stop
But the buck stops here, buckaroo
You got your instructions, now you know what to do
Take it easy
Written by: Common Sense
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