Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can U Hear Me Now, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.2004
Record label: A Republic Records release;
Song language: English
Can U Hear Me Now |
Yo, this what hip-hop is comin to? |
You can say whatever on the mic and when? |
Let me see if you can hear me now when I’m doin this |
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, E. Sermon and («Kurtis Blow!») |
Can you hear me now? |
Good |
Can you hear me now? |
Good |
(«Turn it up!») Don’t take this serious |
(«One, two, three four hit it!») |
Yo check one two, mic’s on |
I’m well known like the Osbournes |
Me — I love Kelly |
See us both in the bed man, touchin bellies |
This here «Pimp Juice,» I got from Nelly |
I got «Punk'd,» show it on the telly, damn |
My eyes green like Yoda, get cream like soda |
Two thousand («FOUR») means a brand new motor |
Phoenix, capitol of Arizona |
But that means nuttin, I’m just sayin somethin |
Spare the moment them niggas is suspect |
I took a line from Keith Murray off his first cassette |
I never took my dog to the vet |
And I download songs off the net |
But you would rather hear some rapper brag |
Meanwhile, bombs bein dropped over Baghdad |
Can you hear me now? |
Good |
Can you hear me now? |
Good |
(«Turn it up!») Can you hear me now? |
Good — Can you hear me now? |
Good |
Can you hear me now? |
Good |
Check it, yo it’s Erick I’m down by law |
(«TWO») plus («TWO») equals («FOUR») |
I got no time to razzle and dazzle |
I’m in the crib with dad playin Scrabble |
I’m usin words like rat, cat |
Cheating cause I wrote down Brat |
And Brat’s a rapper and you can’t use names |
Oh yeah, the Lakers lost last night’s game |
I caught me a flick I saw X-Men 2 |
«Where My Dawgs At?» |
I’m a X fan too |
I’m black like Kunta, my girl got the badoonka |
Let me introduce ya («Hi I’m Big Sexy») |
And this ain’t got shit to do with nuttin |
I’m on the microphone |
Frontin |
But this here wins, so I’mma say whatever to get spins |
I got a |
Benz with rims, uh |
Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean? |
This jump off need two trampolines |
Rock hard jeans sag low, new Timberlands |
I works it like Missy and Timbaland |
Cuban link chain hang E emblem |
Chick 'round me multiplyin like Gremlins |
Word to my momma, I bring drama |
Like Osama, I’mma problem, period comma |
I come through with the Bizkit, Limp’n |
The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin |
Oh no, they must be feelin me |
Pinch me now, this don’t feel real to me |
Oh yeah, it’s my son’s communion |
Next month is my fan’s reunion |
Write this down in your pad |
I’m thirty-(«FOUR») and a half, and yeah I’m a Sagg' |
w/ ad libs to fade |