Lil Wayne - Can A Drummer Get Some lyrics

Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my k**er So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be k**in' '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 k**in' rappers, my style, grenade Cook sh** like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You' who b**h please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this sh** like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick 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'mma 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 Haha, get it' I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you ba*tards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you ba*tards Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Tupac and Juice riding ' 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 a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming 'stack muthaf-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**h I'mma boss, best foots 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' Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some)