Canibus - Lean Back Freestyle lyrics
[Canibus - Lean Back Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah! New York City
You are now rocking with the best to bust
And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go, let's go
Aiyo I'm so updated niggas get frustrated
I'm the best that you ever heard
Nigga fuck your favorite
Fuck a public statement
I'ma say it right here
It's quite clear, I'm the nicest anywhere
You paranoid, what's the reason for that?
Scared in the barbershop chair
With heat in your lap
I drag you out in the desert
Freeze you in fact
Pulp trees run out of paper
Roll leaf with the map
It's like that, give me dap
Cani-Beezy is back
I'ma take 40 million this season in rap
Take small change as long as
I can afford range when I'm flying overseas
I can't take no small planes
If the course change, I'll be in the cockpit
With the Glock cocked
Looking at the pilot all strange
Jason Germaine, born Williams is a false name
US military trained, remember one thing
I remember was no other soldier like me
My M-4 carbine bang nightly
Hand combat Tai Chi, fight me
I'm Sagittarius, so I don't like Pisces
Affect you with the mic disease
Try to breathe
Airborne spores reach overseas
With light breeze
Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's
On a hammock with my trees like
What you need?
Got shorties in tight jeans over there
This is what life means
She suck me off, then she take me sightseeing
Spending per diem with a
Real nicely tanned Korean
She and her friend, they drive a little BM
Picked me up at 10PM, took me to the VM
Cause, I was already kinda
Leaning off the Seagram's
I'm feeling weak, blame it on the herb rush
Yo that's Kay Slay banging Lloyd
Banks? Turn it up
I got a track after this one, I burnt it up
Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus
You heard of us
I give you rhyme surplus, words deluxe
Manufactured the 'Bus, just observe me once
I'm the bright light before you
The first of one kay Slay brought me back
Cause they worshipped sun
The cursed one, my Hip-Hop heartbeat thump
Who that punk talking junk
I'll punch the chump
Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk
Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge
Toss a rock my way
And I'll probably throw a million slugs
Be at your door with a million thugs!
You are now rocking with the best to bust
And I'ma test this once (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's go, let's go
Aiyo I'm so updated niggas get frustrated
I'm the best that you ever heard
Nigga fuck your favorite
Fuck a public statement
I'ma say it right here
It's quite clear, I'm the nicest anywhere
You paranoid, what's the reason for that?
Scared in the barbershop chair
With heat in your lap
I drag you out in the desert
Freeze you in fact
Pulp trees run out of paper
Roll leaf with the map
It's like that, give me dap
Cani-Beezy is back
I'ma take 40 million this season in rap
Take small change as long as
I can afford range when I'm flying overseas
I can't take no small planes
If the course change, I'll be in the cockpit
With the Glock cocked
Looking at the pilot all strange
Jason Germaine, born Williams is a false name
US military trained, remember one thing
I remember was no other soldier like me
My M-4 carbine bang nightly
Hand combat Tai Chi, fight me
I'm Sagittarius, so I don't like Pisces
Affect you with the mic disease
Try to breathe
Airborne spores reach overseas
With light breeze
Out in Waikiki with ki's and G's
On a hammock with my trees like
What you need?
Got shorties in tight jeans over there
This is what life means
She suck me off, then she take me sightseeing
Spending per diem with a
Real nicely tanned Korean
She and her friend, they drive a little BM
Picked me up at 10PM, took me to the VM
Cause, I was already kinda
Leaning off the Seagram's
I'm feeling weak, blame it on the herb rush
Yo that's Kay Slay banging Lloyd
Banks? Turn it up
I got a track after this one, I burnt it up
Big Shaq, Money Mark, Canibus
You heard of us
I give you rhyme surplus, words deluxe
Manufactured the 'Bus, just observe me once
I'm the bright light before you
The first of one kay Slay brought me back
Cause they worshipped sun
The cursed one, my Hip-Hop heartbeat thump
Who that punk talking junk
I'll punch the chump
Badunkadunk, like Lil' Jon on crunk
Have wonton for lunch with Brazilian fudge
Toss a rock my way
And I'll probably throw a million slugs
Be at your door with a million thugs!