Artist: Travis Barker f/ Game, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, Swizz Beatz Album: Give the Drummer Some Song: Can a Drummer Get Some? Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Swizz Beatz] 'Scuse me Travis Barker you're on Uh-uh-on, uh-uh-on I been waitin so don't take too long Uh-uh-on... [Chorus: 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 a - can a drummer get (can a drummer get some?) [Game] Boom, guess who stepped in the room? Draped in black diamonds like a fuckin monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out the grave like Michael Jackson in "Thriller" Iller, than most MC's cause I be killin the most MC's Turn 'em to ghost MC's Yeah, give the drummer some.. {*drumroll*} As the 32's spin when that all-black Hummer run +Face/Off+, Nicolas Cage with a guage I'm famous for killin rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Ray, the Chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1 Who bark like a pitbull, you? Bitch please I eat your favorite rapper's heart out with a sixteen Dean hit the switch, I'm somethin with big D's Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie that's Swizz cheese [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bang, guess who checked in the game? Smoke in the air like LeBron James Runnin this shit 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 beyond, I pee on you peons for eons I'm in my prime like Deion I'ma shine like neon, I'm a lion like Leon But I'm about 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 a F'n star Haha, get it? F and Star? Ha, and it's the Roc you bastards If I'm the rock star we'll ROCK you bastards [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Boss, Black Wall Street Maybach Music 2Pac in "Juice," Radames is 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 Joop Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear, she knows I'm the Gucc' Got the wide body, I'm a fat motherfucker In Swahili I'm screamin "Stack motherfucker~!" Yeah homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm makin rollies for the homies to ride to Spokes on the fo's, folks wanna know Bitch I'm the Boss, best foot's on the blow Keep the hat pulled low, big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Think savage where I'm from, girls manage from the jump Don't try me like a punk, Travis handin me the pumps So {*echoes*} [Chorus] - 2X