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Can-I-bitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh Can-I-bitch

Now at first I ain't really understand the shit
Picture me
at you
See I got camaradas that sit infront of Ice Castles all day
Snorting their life away, my world is a ghetto
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort
deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort
Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with
So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement
Let me find a gun to play with, I
Can-I-bitch
Where for art thou Can-I-bitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Can-I-bitch, oh Can-I-bitch
Are you from Los
this
You couldn't be a king if you played hockey in Los Angeles
I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey
Point blank, the kid's stri-daight
Cause
on sunset through sun-up to sunset
Niggas be on some pimp shit
But you already know this
If you ever know this
By the looks of me baby I'm holdin'
And I
of us know

Discombobulatin' with jesus
I'm stopping satan
No racial barrier can stop the holy ghost
And here we are intrigued by visible gains
Millions
a world of sanitizers and preservatives forever
Brain exterminated through the whiskers (kiss & blow)
Ditched, I blank NY alone
We usher in the salts
we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by the name of Dave New York
Dave, we
die

Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
B****es and n****z in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters
homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me
Intro: 

Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together  

and help me welcome to the stage 

all the way live from Los Angeles
a vandalis playa
trample a fakeuh with more game then Los Angeles Raiders
I puff an L and get high as hell from the cannabis vapors
you can try your crime
a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I'M BLASTIN YOU
I'm too raw; what is you - out you gourd?
I cut through any
impossible
For the weak at last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young g we
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
rhetoric
With sensational glory, let me tell you all one day
That it is it ain't boring, and so hard to ignore it
Cause any day in this fork, that they
the pitbulls mangle your Wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives

Aiyyo we run up in the club, and herb
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his
It's the visiting king  supreme  all heal kiss the ring 
Into a ?  I blow steam from the families of the Mackabees 
Smack emcees watch them scream
Girls that's single, we can probably work something
Let me handle this, Finesse is living scandalous
I got props from here to Los Angeles
Far from soup, I
alla y'all 

Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb scandalous 
From here to Los Angeles  Ruckus tossin the random shit 
But can you get
a gift from me
Let the light of the bright moon shine

By the light of the moon is where I'll meet you at
I got your back and my love is always intact