Common - Can-i-bust? Lyrics
Featuring ynot[common]Im not tall, but can I bust?Like the double dutch, going down the streetI rap to myself when there aint no one to rap toAnd to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweetIts like doo rock, doo rock, oopI chew with my group, chicken and we couped in a hoopDeee! somebodys breath is smelling pooGeee! tone, is that you? (I dont think so)Im one time, two times, three times a ladyBay-beh, bay-beh, bay-beeHa! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi daWhen I was a boy I said oh but now Im a man saying ahCha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goesYeah nigga, Im fly, so keep your *****ing mouth closedRalph goes rasheed and I be saying boo!*****es welcome back common with the oooh oooh oohAnd this is how I wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo dooThis is how I wreck it, do doo doo do dooNow one two check ir, Im as def as a leopardIt could be, it should be, it is? holy cow!Im grass hopping like the ? common billy section?Not the godfather, but I lounge like a stepperGrandma, breaks it, 8, we wait(ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a djI used to want to be like, I used to want to be likeMike, but the man in the mirror dont know if hes black or whiteAnd that makes me mad(backwards scratching) whos bad?[ynot]Now can I bust in this era, Im a plus like additionAnd listen, Im dishing out shit like a chefThe love is the late show, showing you the ladiesYou late on the show? oh we the greatest show? you rightTo might right, raise, to my left, boom bapIn the back, blazay blah, so get the ***** out my faceOh what a disgrace, you cant disgraceBoys Ill erase you boys to mincemeatHuman means t, os, ns, whys this is just a tease before my albumNo bum is out, Im out to parlay you fritosOne chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the soundExciting as a big zapI frighten those biting when lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to looseYnots no loser but I lost your real mindI find you, finders keepers so you mind tooYour mind cant match mine when I do mineCall mine, my mouth is a *****ing gold mineMore chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the ballsI got to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepsonNo weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towelSnakes in my fileShit, Ill sit down all stand-up comic rappersWho diss that who go on about fashionFasten your seatbelts til he melts to iceT.o.n.y.s backwards, neverthelessI attack nerds, ***** what you heardHey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say damn, toneThats bustedBust it out, chant chantCommon sense you know is running thingsLets show you we know you run it downYou aint seeing us though we running thingsYeah, you know they running things[ynot]Usually Im the second voice, this time Im the first choiceIn the rhyme, Im no prancer, so what?Momma mock me, heres your time to jock, g, dont jack meDont pack no axe like a savegeI ran track stars back to their crib, create cratersIn there, Im holding one for funOne tht plays golf, cant raise play tennisOne plays croquet, and blazay plays the cutStill make the women say heyYodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way deadYo I lay she hoo, in my bedAsk common, I did your momma, nah I took it easyOf hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10Im rich, I own ebony and essenceAnd essence say Im strong cause with the pen Ive been a bad boyA sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause shes goodShould I say more? I see more, I see moreSea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play yatzeeYnots the posse, dressing tight, yo Im friendlyWhos the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strongThe short-winded say I rhyme to longSo niggas told me, please let me go to the peasantNo, let me stop, chow, baby[common]Baby, baby, baby!Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop!And you dont stop, dont put on the red lightWhile I rock player, niggas I coach more than john thompsonIm in your town, george, I got it made like floranceIm getting bigger than the lips on martain lawrence*mmuah, mmuah* its like, its like thisA sermon like erick, did a b.a.p. just like tistsWham! I knocked you over, but can I get a witness?I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a merry christmasWith he quickness is how I rip this, can you dig it?Well if not, then dig this, this is the way that I flowThe pimp of hip-hop, I make you say ho!Dont hear me knocking, like I said, like I saidAnd this is the story about a man named jedGot some lead for those hefiers, yo I rip it outMy weapon, double decker, I come from 187And I do work undercover like a copStop in the name of com before I break your armPlus Im down with the u-ack and bushmanPeace to the beatnuts, peace to the pharcydeYeah, you know what time it isYeah, thats how it is(the silliness continues til the end)
