Carry It Lyrics - Give The Drummer Some - Travis Barker

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 

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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? 

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 

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, it's 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 

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 

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'll 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? 

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 

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