Can A Drummer Get Some

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some?) [Verse 1: The Game] Boom, guess who stepped in the room? Draped in black diamonds like a fucking Monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out the grave like Michael Jackson in Thriller Iller than most MCs 'cause I be killin' 'em Most emcees turn into ghost emcees Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 Seville when that all black Hummer run Face/Off, Nicolas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killing rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1 Who bark like a Pitbull, you? Bitch please I ate your favorite rapper’s heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with big fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swiss cheese [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some?) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm beyond, I pee on you peons for eons I'm in my prime like Deion, I'ma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, 'cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the drums, Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F, I'm a F'ing star, haha Get it? F and star And it's the rock you bastards If I'm the rock star we'll rock you bastards [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some?) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] 2Pac in Juice, Radames on the loose 10 chains 'round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like Joop Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I’m a goof Designer underwear she knows I’m the Gucc' Got the wide body, I'm a fat mother fucker In Swahili I'm screaming "stack motherfucker" Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollies for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'm a boss, best foot's on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, girls menage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some?) [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a drummer get some? Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get Can a– can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some?)