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Common - Can-I-Bust - текст песни, видео

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Common - Can-I-Bust - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
featuring Ynot 

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? 

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 

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 

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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