[Verse 1]
Aiyo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer
Puffin' the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, crazy hot clique
Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin' they can stop this
I'll increase my strength to a superhuman extent
Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth six pence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch and taste
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton to Clapham Common
My lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin and murder niggas for rhymin'
Spittin' fire with gasoline for saliva
Drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her
Alcohol in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin' like bombs with 30 second timers
Clear the building, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin', nigga, I came here to kill 'em
Straight shittin' from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission
What?!
[Chorus]
When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus"
Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)
Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus"
Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)
Yo, yo, yo
Aiyo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace sellin' reefer
Puffin' the chalice with the Beefeaters
Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, crazy hot clique
Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin' they can stop this
I'll increase my strength to a superhuman extent
Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth six pence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch and taste
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton to Clapham Common
My lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin and murder niggas for rhymin'
Spittin' fire with gasoline for saliva
Drunk as Lady Diana's driver with reporters behind her
Alcohol in the hands of a minor
I got you panickin' like bombs with 30 second timers
Clear the building, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feelin', nigga, I came here to kill 'em
Straight shittin' from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission
What?!
[Chorus]
When I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus"
Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)
Yo, when I say, "Can-I," you say, "Bus"
Can-I (Bus!), Can-I, (Bus!)
Yo, yo, yo
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