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Watermelon
1,761
Hip-Hop/Rap
Watermelon was released on October 3, 1994 by Relativity Records as a part of the album Resurrection
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Release DateOctober 3, 1994
LabelRelativity Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
No ID
No ID
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I express like an interstate
Hyper when I ventilate
My rap pieces penetrate and infiltrate your mental state
Just to reiterate that I innovate
Bonin' broads when they men-estruate
I spend a great time with the rhyme
More than I did any female
I derailed your train of thought
Because your brain was caught on some other man's thinking
Now your third eye's blinking
My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking
I get funky, for sure, while you're unsure
You got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw
This track was a broad
I'd be bonin' the shit out of it
Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her
Probably some scratch clothes and some J's
I got six million ways to rhynme
Choose one
I stand out like a **** on a hockey team
I got goals, and I can like a pop machine
I come clean like a fiend in Chi I'm down with rehab
Stir my style crazy  'cause that's right, we bad, we bad
Prior to Richard, I was that crazy ****
'Cause I kick ass and when I wreck it
Other rappers be like, "Whiplash"
[Verse 2]
It's like I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
I come to the party in a b-boy stance
I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance
Me without a lyrics, is like a **** without a beeper
I'ma blow this shit out, 'cause I'm the joint like reefer
If Barry White was in the mob I still would be deeper
'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to go with Keyvin
This MC's step to me, butt-ass naked
Like, "What's up?" I said, "You know you don fucked up?"
Now I'm saying, "You know you done fucked up"
Everybody that hear me say I'm jams like the NBA
'Cause I'm on fire if I was a Michelin I wouldn't tire
It's funny how time flies
Well I'm a fly as time
I don't believe in role models but if I do, then I'm mine
I make brothers say, "True"
They see you and be like, "Fiction"
I want 'spect and dead presidents like Richard Nixon
I'm a coach not a player, not a gay mc, I'm straighter
My style is similar to AIDS you can f with it now
But catch it later
You can't touch this, 'cause this is what I'm feelin,' bro
I'm the man, you need me I'll be on the fifth floor
Just chillin'
Even if it's played out it's not the word to play, so peace
I'm out to Dirty Burgers, I'ma give my change to Reese
Written by: Dion Wilson, Lonnie Lynn
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