travis barker – can a drummer get some lyrics
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boom, guess who stepped in the room
dressed in black diamond’s like f-cking monsoon
back from the dead but they never found my killer
so i jumped up out this grave like michael jackson in thriller
iller than most emcee’s ’cause i be killin’ ’em
most emcee’s turn into ghost emcee’s
yeah, give a drummer some
if 32 seville when that all black hummer run
face off, nicholas cage with a gauge
i’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
cook sh-t like rae, the chef raekwon
the beats are filet mignon without the a1
who walk like a pitbull, you? b-tch please
i ate your favorite rapper’s heart out with a 16
didn’t hit the switch on something with fiends
make money with ruff ryders, homie, that’s swizz cheese
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bang, guess who checked in the game
smoke in the air like lebron james
running this sh-t like he ron dayne
pull out my d-ck and just pee on flames
she on wayne but she ain’t what i be on
i’m leon, i pee on you pee-on’s for eon’s
i’m in my prime like deion
i’ma shine like neon, i’m a lion like leon
but i’m ’bout to go off ’cause that is all i know of
i don’t have to show y’all, i’d rather show off
yeah, travis on the drums, travis on the beat
wayne got the smoke and game got the heat
weezy f, i’m an f’ing star
ha, ha, get it? i’m an fn star
ha, and it’s the rock, you b-st-rds
if i’m the rockstar, will rock you b-st-rds
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maybach music
tupac and juice riding mayors on the loose
king james ’round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
long maybach and i wish it was a coupe
kush out the jar, car smellin’ like duke
quarter milli on the seat, yeah i know i’m a goof
designer underwear, she knows i’m the guc’
got the wide body, i’m a fat m-th-f-cker
in swahili i’m screaming, “stack m-th-f-cker”
ya homie won’t stop until i decide to
until then i’m making rollie’s for the homies to ride to
smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
b-tch i’m the boss, best foot’s on the blow
keep the hat pulled over, big p on the front
travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
being savage where i’m from, girls manage from the jump
don’t trap me like a punk, travis handing me the pumps, so?
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