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[Canibus] Yeah! New York City You are now rockin with the best, the 'Bus And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah) Let's go, let's go Aiyyo I'm so updated niggaz get frustrated I'm the best that you ever heard, nigga fuck your favorite Fuck a public statement, I'ma say it right here It's quite clear, I'm the nicest anywhere You paranoid, what's the reason for that? Scared in the barbershop chair, with heat in your lap I drag you out in the desert, freeze you in fact Pulp trees run out of paper, roll leaf with the map It's like that, give me dap, Cani-Beezy is back I'ma take 40 million this season in rap Take small change as long as I can afford range When I'm flyin overseas, I can't take no small planes If the course change, I'll be in the cockpit With the glock cocked, lookin at the pilot all strange Jason Jermaine, born Williams as a false name U.S. military trained, remember one thang I remember was no other soldier like me My M-4 carbine bang nightly Hand combat Tai-Chi, fight me I'm Sagittarius, so I don't like Pisces SongtexteEffect you with the mic disease, try to breathe Airborne spores reach overseas with light breeze Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's On a hammock with my trees like, what you need? Got shorties in tight jeans over there, this is what life means She suck me off, then she take me sightseein Spendin per diem with a real nicely tanned Korean She and her friend, they drive a little BM Picked me up at 10 P.M., took me to the VM Cause I was already kinda leanin off the Seagram's I'm feelin weak, blame it on the herb rush Yo that's Kay Slay bangin Lloyd Banks? Turn it up I got a track after this one, I burnt it up Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus, you heard of us I do you rhyme surplus, words deluxe Manufactured the 'Bus, just observe me once I'm the bright light before you, the first of one Kay Slay brought me back cause they worshipped son The cursed one, my hip-hop heartbeat thump Who that punk talkin junk, I'll punch the chump Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge Toss a rock my way, and I'll probably throw a million slugs Be at your door with a million thugs! Aus Songtexte Mania