Original Flavor - Can I Get Open lyrics

Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ayo T, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey Jay, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey ya'll, Can I get open? (You know it!!) (You want a fly style Ski's about to show it) As I, um you know, play you like Uno Sigga-sigga slam a jam, jugga just like a sumo I gets big, check out my thingamajigum Styles I kick em, suger smack ya dig em Divva-divva damn, I'm divva on a sigga-sigga slam You knows who I am, you knows who I am Back up that's an order Da-da, Da-da, get out the water Nah not yet, ready, set, go! When I grab the mic they get pet-tro-fied Why?, Hey! I'm just so fly Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my God!! Goodness gracious, whitness style Drive a child wild I'm rippin this microphone Ain't no place like home, Ain't no place like home Yo Ski, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey Jay, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey y'all, Can I get open? (You know it!!) (You want a fly style T's about to show it) You know they got me like, Holy cow, what can you do now? When I flip the style girls be like "Ohh child" I'm living dangerous But as strange as living the lifestyle of a bad rich and famous kid When I get raw baby paw better parlay Beat me?, aww please, that's what they all say You can't get with the kid, no not the kid "Uh-uh no he didn't", oh yes I did Well I wax enough backsides in a jiffy "I know he ain't just front on him", but you damn skippy Good god, damn I'm slam hard With my sqaud, uh good god Damn I'ma scream, AH he's a dream Boat when I float, rough on every note Mean like a horror flick, till tomorrow I'm gone, ghost, peace, sianara Yo T, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey Ski, Can I get open? (You know it) Hey ya'll, Can I get open? (You know it!!) (You want a fly style Jay's about to show it) Well, cause Can I? is never a question of how but When I rip it, will I quit it, forget it Still I'm always on point whenever I hit it Biting's forbidden, don't do what ya gonna..., too late ya'll did it I'm shredding the track, I'm burning you back-back, like Backdraft Brotha's who running the crack down I stutter, that-that n***as fast I pick up the pieces, I straigten it out like Pete Rock Or see is, or creases, it's your choice, Jesus--Christ I'm nice like that, you freakin gay right I flow like water, so put your finger in a dyke I slam, I got original flavor, pick up the jam I k**ed Chico, and now it's just me- The Man Go get your gun I go all out with a can Brothers is having a hard time with who I am J kicken it, A rippin it, way past why I'm so crraazzyy, AAAAHHHH Did I get open? (you know it) Tone Hooker: Hey ya'll did I get open? (you know it) Ski: Hey ya'll did I get open? (you know it) All: You know it, you know it, you know it Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left Ready on the right, the right, the right, Ready on the left, the left, the left