The People - Common, Dwele

Louder, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder

louder, louder, Yeah

Yeah, it’s for the People

This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes

Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal

My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo

Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people

And the struggles of the brothas and the folks

With lovers under dope, experiment to discover hopes

Scuffle for notes, the rougher I wrote, times were harder

Went from rocky starter to a voice of a martyr

Why white folks focus on dogs and yoga

While people on the low end tryin to ball and get over

Lyrics are like liquor for the fallen soldiers

From the bounce to the ounce, its all our culture

Everyday we hustlin, tryna get them custom rims

Law we ain’t trustin them, thick broads we lust in them

Sick and tired of bunchin it, I look on the bus at them

When I see them struggling, I think how I’m touchin them

The People

The day, has come

Now we, are one

Just take, your time

And then, you’ll find

This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes

Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal

My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo

Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people

The people said that I was sharp on TV

At the Grammy’s, though they tried to India.

Arie me Got back stage, and I bumped into Stevie

He said no matter what, the people gone see me Can't leave rap alone the streets need me Hunger in they eyes, is what seems to feed me Inside peace mixed with beast seem to breed me Nobody believe, until I believe me Now I

'm on the rise doin business with my guys

Visions realize, music affected lives

A gift from the skies, to be recognize

I’m keeping my eyes on the people, that’s the prize

This is street ra-dio, for unsung heroes

Ridin in they regal, tryin to stay legal

My daughter found Nemo, I found the new primo

Yeah you know how we do, we do it for the people

From Englewood to a single hood in Botswana

I see the I in We my nigga, yours is my drama

Standin in front of the judge with no honor

Barack stick, knight the people like Obama

The karma of the streets is needs and takes

Sometimes we find peace in beats and breaks

Put the bang in the back so the seats can shake

Rebel Cadillac music for the people sake

The People