Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can Can , by - Remedy. Song from the album The Genuine Article, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Can Can |
| Uh! |
| Make ya knees buckle nigga |
| I don’t fuckin feel it |
| Clocka Dot and Angelou pull triggas with Reme-dy |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| Yea, catch a kid, not |
| Speed one nigga |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| Very strong word writer, chairmen of my pen |
| Don’t waste no ink, regulated raw raps |
| Sound of New York City, firm legislature raps |
| For them niggas with gats who get busy |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| Yo I’m posted with my Nike Flights |
| Money nice, crack bags are fatter than your wife’s ass |
| Plus cash to move with, the outta town +CREAM+ getter |
| Clear the scene spitter, doin things that I normally do |
| Yo, we jump out the vans like SWAT on some «take what you got» |
| We on some real live +Pillage+ shit and flee from the spot |
| It’s the Remedy like it or not |
| Yo you rappers are my enemy, I hope you die and you rot |
| (Yes he can can) |
| For all you bitch mothafuckas want beef, so come and take mine |
| Come and test me, I hold my fort down and feel questly |
| Live from the Killa Hill jets, ain’t nothin changed |
| From +Protect Ya Neck+, now I’m doin shows with Inspectah Deck |
| I got professional dancehall status than the average |
| Known to +Tear Da Club Up+, 16 shot semi-automatic |
| Let go through metro politics |
| Left big holes and shit, blood on ya outfit |
| Turn up the bass, check out my melody and doubt it’s the God |
| I’m lettin knowledge be born and my name’s the R |
| E-M-E-D-Y sent from a-far, a Wu Killa Bee on a 6-sided star |
| Yes we can can |
| Everythin is love in the clubs, we sell drugs |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| Shots and slugs, one time buck shots for thugs |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) |
| Yo what’s the low budget dust in the Dutch that got me fucked up |
| And twisted, you better believe I got the biscuit |
| Othorized slash Rem-D slash +Pillage+ |
| I’ma kill it, soon as you talk I’m in ya skillet |
| From the concentration camp we went straight to the ramp |
| Put my face in the stamp, '88 BB champ (BBC!) |
| Rem-D find me in the H buildin but don’t waste ya time lookin |
| I keep shit cookin |
| I’m at the midtown and tellin 'em, «About to get down» |
| And how it went down when me and Clocka Dot, we had to spit rounds |
| Broke the car and jumped out, jetted then we pumped out |
| Every last round in the clip and left 'em slumped out |
| You wack like a mob contract, catch a body |
| Like Tommy Ballotti, 4−5ths to Louisvilles |
| +Shoot to Kill+, still never ran, never will |
| The Remedy gets you open like them pigs in the Pill' |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) — 4X |
| The word from the WB, they said it’s actin |
| These bouncers frontin at +The Tunnel+, on to Staten |
| Killa Bamz spit out, Bobby all Diged out |
| Wild Baneen Method Man night, I got kicked out |
| Yo just when you thought it was safe to make records |
| We right dead smack in ya face in 10 seconds (Yes we can can) |
| Slingers and guns, ain’t nothin funny |
| Reformulate, build with the Queen and drill honey |
| I walked off like I’m Lucky Hands |
| Yo who the fuck wanna touch my man? |
| Twin guns in the sand hidden |
| God forbid it, if you fuck around you lay around |
| Red infrared light was on point and spittin |
| Now to the know, the free man banned and understanded (Yes we can can) |
| Everythin’s love up in the club man |
| The green Bud man on some American Bandstand (Yes we can can) |
| I’m in the club, come show me some love man |
| (Yes we can can, yes we can can) -- 20X |
| Yea nigga, word nigga |
| You hear me talkin |
| Rem-D slash Othorized slash +Pillage+ |
| Midtown went to get down |
| Yo WB, East Barracks |
| Nahmean? |
| Shaolin baby |
| Wilda Baneeni, Styler Baneeni |
| Wilda Baneeni. |