The Game - Can A Drummer Get Some (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Swizz Beatz] 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) [Verse 1: Game] Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f**ing monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my k**er So I jumped up out the grave like Michael Jackson in Thriller Iller than most MCs cause I be k**in' ‘em Most MCs turn into ghost NCs 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**ing 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? b**h please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with big fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, tune is chillin, ready and willing n***a I'm eating, happy Thanksgiving Walking on the ceiling with my running shoes on Life is too short, my money too long Come into my zone, I'ma do you wrong Life is an adventure; Indiana Jones She a bad b**h, I give a dog a bone My name is Weezy, baby, not Sylvester Stallone And that's word to my drummer, word to my drummer Talk sh**, but my sh** backed up, need a plumber Colder than a b**h wearing furs in the summer Digg deep in that p**y, search and discover I'm a beast, pockets on obese Police, I hate you so much right now, Kelis It's a Young Money show, go 'head take a seat Red bandanna big B mothaf**a [Hook] [Verse 3: Swizz Beatz] They know me, yep, yep they know me Back in the days I was the little homie Now I'm doing good and they act like they don't know me Why the hell they always act phoney? Yeah, I grew up from the roaches and the rats They in my bed, I couldn't stand that Bread every night did I ever get away from that? And all they worry bout is where my ice at Damn, dog, where ya life at Ya heard that I fell and you kind of liked that You thinking that I owe you, but it's not like that Damn, you want the World but you gotta work for that Chilling like a rock star, listening to ether Bumping through your speakers, know I gotta heat this Rockin' don't stop, you know I'm rocking don't stop Travis Barker make this whole place rock [Hook] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] 2Pac in Juice, Radames on the loose 10 chains '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 Gucc' Got the wide body I'm a fat mother f**er In Swahili I'm screaming “stack muther f**er” Your homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollies for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks want to 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