Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carry It, artist - Travis Barker. Album song Give The Drummer Some, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Carry It |
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it |
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it |
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it |
Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it |
Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve |
Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest |
Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus |
Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash |
I splash beyond measurements |
I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development |
Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment |
Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went |
Unorthodox fly rhyming fox |
Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox |
Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox |
I’d rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga |
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it |
Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott |
Sword in my hand, watch me parry it |
The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? |
Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up |
We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up |
Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers |
Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear |
But we pop guns, live so wild, it’s like banging a guitar |
On your face, all jacked in your mouth |
See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas |
Back to Ghana, New York and Compton |
All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit |
Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled |
Tattoos, I’m a destiny child, I’m a floss |
I’m a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out |
Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong |
Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra |
Old engines, we gon' respect ‘em, drop joints and perfect ‘em |
Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin |
This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous |
Mosh pit bashing, watch ‘em all bang to this |
Energy, energy, energy, energy |
Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity |
Two guns on my side like Yosemite |
You sick of that weak bullshit, here’s the remedy |
Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy |
Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy |
Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee |
Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes |
Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw |
You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore |
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it |
Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott |
Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it |
The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? |