Can I Bust? Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

[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)