Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some (Remix) (Feat Lil Wayne, Swizz Beatz, Game & Rick Ross) Lyrics

Artist: Travis Barker (Feat Lil Wayne, Swizz Beatz, Game & Rick Ross)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Verse 1 – Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like the fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in Thriller
Iller than most MC’s cause I be killin’ ‘em
Most MC’s turn into ghost MC’s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If the 32 spin when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A.1.
Who walk like a pitbull? you? bitch please
I eat your favorite rapper’s heart out with a 16
Then hit the switch on something with big D’s
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that’s Swizz Cheese!

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, Tune is chillin’, ready and willing
Nigga 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’mma do you wrong
Life is an adventure, Indiana Jones
She a bad bitch, 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 shit, but my shit backed up, need a plumber
Colder than a bitch wearing furs in the summers
Digg deep in that pussy, 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 and take a seat
Red bandanna, big B motherfucker

[Chorus – Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some?
Can a drummer get some?
Can a drummer get some? (turn the music up though)
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 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 phony
Yeah, I grew up from the roaches and the rats
Next to my bed, man I couldn’t stand that
Bread every night, did I 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
I’m chilling like a rock star listening to Ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I gotta hear this
Rockin’ Don’t Stop, you know I’m rocking Don’t Stop
Travis Barker make this whole place rock

[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 (Boss)
Can a, can a drummer get (Black Wall Street)
Can, can a drummer get
Can a drummer get some? (Maybach Music)

[Verse 4 – Rick Ross]
2Pac and Juice, riding mans 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 the Gucc’
Got the wide body I’m a fat muthafucker
In Swahili I’m screaming “stack muthafucker”
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
Bitch I’m the 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…

[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, 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?