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| Common Miscellaneous Can-i-bust? Featuring ynot [common] I'm not tall, but can i bust? Like the double dutch, going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet It's like doo rock, doo rock, oop I chew with my group, chicken and we couped in a hoop Deee! somebody's breath is smelling poo Geee! tone, is that you? (i don't think so) I'm one time, two times, three times a lady Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! i make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When i was a boy i said "oh" but now i'm a man saying "ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes Yeah nigga, i'm fly, so keep your fucking mouth closed Ralph goes "rasheed" and i be saying "boo!" Bitches welcome back common with the "oooh oooh ooh" And this is how i wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how i wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check ir, i'm as def as a leopard It could be, it should be, it is? holy cow! I'm grass hopping like the ?common billy section? Not the godfather, but i lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (ch ch chaa) i got scratch like a dj I used to want to be like, i used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (backwards scratching) who's bad? [ynot] Now can i bust in this era, i'm a plus like addition And listen, i'm dishing out shit like a chef The love is the late show, showing you the ladies You late on the show? oh we the greatest show? you right To might right, raise, to my left, boom bap In the back, blazay blah, so get the fuck out my face Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace Boys i'll erase you boys to mincemeat Human means t, o's, n's, why's this is just a tease before my album No bum is out, i'm out to parlay you fritos One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound Exciting as a big zap I frighten those biting when lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to loose Ynot's no loser but i lost your real mind I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too Your mind can't match mine when i do mine Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine More chaws like monster jaws, i get ate like the balls I got to rhyme, too, i climb you like a stepson No weapon, but i got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Shit, i'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss that who go on about fashion Fasten your seatbelts til he melts to ice T.o.n.y.'s backwards, nevertheless I attack nerds, fuck what you heard Hey, gone when i finish, women and niggas say "damn, tone" That's busted Bust it out, chant chant Common sense you know is running things Let's show you we know you run it down You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you know they running things [ynot] Usually i'm the second voice, this time i'm the first choice In the rhyme, i'm no prancer, so what? Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, g, don't jack me Don't pack no axe like a savege I ran track stars back to their crib, create craters In there, i'm holding one for fun One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis One plays croquet, and blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "hey" Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead Yo i lay she hoo, in my bed Ask common, i did your momma, nah i took it easy Of hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich, i own ebony and essence And essence say i'm strong cause with the pen i've been a bad boy A sad boy, i call your girl 13 cause she's good Should i say more? i see more, i see more Sea shore to sea shore, i sell my yaght and play yatzee Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo i'm friendly Who's the master, the weak-minded say i rock too strong The short-winded say i rhyme to long So niggas told me, "please let me go to the peasant" No, let me stop, chow, baby [common] Baby, baby, baby! Kids call me coffee because i *jugga jugga jugga* drop! And you don't stop, don't put on the red light While i rock player, niggas i coach more than john thompson I'm in your town, george, i got it made like florance I'm getting bigger than the lips on martain lawrence *mmuah, mmuah* it's like, it's like this A sermon like erick, did a b.a.p. just like tists Wham! i knocked you over, but can i get a witness? I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a merry christmas With he quickness is how i rip this, can you dig it? Well if not, then dig this, this is the way that i flow The pimp of hip-hop, i make you say "ho!" Don't hear me knocking, like i said, like i said And this is the story about a man named jed Got some lead for those hefiers, yo i rip it out My weapon, double decker, i come from 187 And i do work undercover like a cop Stop in the name of com before i break your arm Plus i'm down with the u-ack and bushman Peace to the beatnuts, peace to the pharcyde Yeah, you know what time it is Yeah, that's how it is (the silliness continues til the end) |
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