Текст песни Erick Sermon - Can U Hear Me Now
Erick Sermon - Can U Hear Me Now слова песни
Yo, this what hip-hop is comin to?You can say whatever on the mic and when?Let me see if you can hear me now when I`m doin thisUh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, E. Sermon and ("Kurtis Blow!")Can you hear me now? GoodCan you hear me now? Good("Turn it up!") Don`t take this serious("One, two, three four hit it!")[Erick Sermon]Yo check one two, mic`s onI`m well known like the OsbournesMe - I love KellySee us both in the bed man, touchin belliesThis here "Pimp Juice," I got from NellyI got "Punk`d," show it on the telly, damnMy eyes green like Yoda, get cream like sodaTwo thousand ("FOUR") means a brand new motorPhoenix, capitol of ArizonaBut that means nuttin, I`m just sayin somethinSpare the moment them niggaz is suspectI took a line from Keith Murray off his first cassetteI never took my dog to the vetAnd I download songs off the netBut you would rather hear some rapper bragMeanwhile, bombs bein dropped over Baghdad[Chorus: repeat 2X]Can you hear me now? GoodCan you hear me now? Good("Turn it up!") Can you hear me now? Good - Can you hear me now? GoodCan you hear me now? Good[Erick Sermon]Check it, yo it`s Erick I`m down by law("TWO") plus ("TWO") equals ("FOUR")I got no time to razzle and dazzleI`m in the crib with dad playin ScrabbleI`m usin words like rat, catCheating cause I wrote down BratAnd Brat`s a rapper and you can`t use namesOh yeah, the Lakers lost last night`s gameI caught me a flick I saw X-Men 2"Where My Dawgs At?" I`m a X fan tooI`m black like Kunta, my girl got the badoonkaLet me introduce ya ("Hi I`m Big Sexy")And this ain`t got shit to do with nuttinI`m on the microphone frontinBut this here wins, so I`ma say whatever to get spinsI got a Benz with rims, uh[Chorus][Erick Sermon]Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean?This jump off need two trampolinesRock hard jeans sag low, new TimberlandsI works it like Missy and TimbalandCuban link chain hang E emblemChick `round me multiplyin like GremlinsWord to my momma, I bring dramaLike Osama, I`ma problem, period commaI come through with the Bizkit, Limp`nThe Underground Kingz in the building, pimpinOh no, they must be feelin mePinch me now, this don`t feel real to meOh yeah, it`s my son`s communionNext month is my fan`s reunionWrite this down in your padI`m thirty-("FOUR") and a half, and yeah I`m a Sagg`[Chorus][Chorus] w/ ad libs to fade