Songtext Can-i-bust? Common

Can-i-bust?

Featuring ynot

[common]
Im not tall, but can I bust?
Like the double dutch, going down the street
I rap to myself when there aint no one to rap to
And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet
Its like doo rock, doo rock, oop
I chew with my group, chicken and we couped in a hoop
Deee! somebodys breath is smelling poo
Geee! tone, is that you? (I dont think so)
Im 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 Im a man saying ah
Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes
Yeah nigga, Im 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, Im as def as a leopard
It 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 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 dont know if hes black or white
And that makes me mad
(backwards scratching) whos bad?

[ynot]
Now can I bust in this era, Im a plus like addition
And listen, Im 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 cant disgrace
Boys Ill erase you boys to mincemeat
Human means t, os, ns, whys this is just a tease before my album
No bum is out, Im 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
Ynots no loser but I lost your real mind
I find you, finders keepers so you mind too
Your mind cant 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, Ill 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
Thats busted

Bust it out, chant chant
Common sense you know is running things
Lets show you we know you run it down
You aint seeing us though we running things
Yeah, you know they running things

[ynot]
Usually Im the second voice, this time Im the first choice
In the rhyme, Im no prancer, so what?
Momma mock me, heres your time to jock, g, dont jack me
Dont pack no axe like a savege
I ran track stars back to their crib, create craters
In there, Im holding one for fun
One tht plays golf, cant 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
Im rich, I own ebony and essence
And essence say Im strong cause with the pen Ive been a bad boy
A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause shes good
Should I say more? I see more, I see more
Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play yatzee
Ynots the posse, dressing tight, yo Im friendly
Whos 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 dont stop, dont put on the red light
While I rock player, niggas I coach more than john thompson
Im in your town, george, I got it made like florance
Im getting bigger than the lips on martain lawrence
*mmuah, mmuah* its like, its 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!
Dont 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 Im down with the u-ack and bushman
Peace to the beatnuts, peace to the pharcyde
Yeah, you know what time it is
Yeah, thats how it is

(the silliness continues til the end)