When Lil B titled his last digital label released mixtape I'm Gay, he received several death threats. Although he is heterosexual, he says the title is a message of support to the LGBT community. Referring to the alternative definition of gay, he says he is gay because he is happy. Following the death threats, he added "I'm Happy" in parenthesis to the album's title. I'm Gay received positive reviews with many fans commenting on the album's wide variety of positive messages and noting the unique beats and lyrical styles not common to mainstream hip hop. He raps about many controversial issues including race relations, poverty, humanity, and the justice system. The album also, according to many fans, shows the "true" side of Lil B. It entered the Billboard R&B/Hip Hop Albums chart at #56 and the Heatseekers Albums chart at #20 for the week of July 16, 2011. It is for sale on iTunes but Lil B also uploaded it to the Internet for free, posting a link to it on Twitter and Facebook saying, "for all my fans who don't have $10 to buy my album, here it is for free."
Lil B typically releases at least one mixtape every month; so far in 2012 he has released 13 mixtapes - 4 in July alone. One of those released in July was the massive 848-song, nearly 5GB collection of Based Freestyles, which is his largest release to date. In 2013, hip-hop listeners voted Lil B as the greatest rapper of all time.
Can I Live
Lil B Lyrics
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B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
Uhh, I'm intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin' thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy
Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later
Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
Steps out it's the same old scene
Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team
I seen a honey with a butt lookin' butter soft
I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
Sittin' all thick, with the ruby red lipstick
That's the one I gotta get with
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
She said "If I get witchu
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin'
My name ain't November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?"
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
That's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got somethin' slicker
Let me just sip up on this liquor
All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic
Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on
This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102
How to squeeze .22's in them Reeboks shoes, huh?
Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha (can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha
'Cause I got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha)
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
I said walk me upstairs, 'cause I forgot my Phillies
She said "I don't care, just don't be actin' silly"
I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap
And it wouldn't take a second 'fore I had her on her back
Pullin' with the bra strap, threw on my Silk CD
'Cause, "I wanna get freaky with you"
Lose control on the skins is all I can picture
Now I'm about to hitcha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Yo, yo, yo
To all my hoes, respect due
Tamika sorry I left you
Michelle I'm glad I met you
You make the head feel special
Now I know it's official
That I can touch and tease you
Pull up my pants and diss you
And hit the door you came through
Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty
Germany style, these hoes they blast me
One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me
That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
With long hair, and they ass be right
I get up on that ass, see what that be like
I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
The lyrics to Lil B's song "Can I Live" depict a day in the life of the rapper as he navigates the struggles and temptations of the ghetto. The song begins with a reference to Snoop Dogg's album "Doggystyle" and a shoutout to the late rapper Notorious B.I.G. Lil B sets the scene of a hot Saturday in the ghetto, where he finds himself bored and with nothing to do.
As he contemplates his situation, he receives a phone call from someone named Taisha, but he brushes her off, stating that he is busy. He then gets ready, steps outside, and observes the familiar sights of drug addicts and negative news coverage. However, amidst the chaos, he notices an attractive woman with a shapely figure and bold lipstick, catching his attention. He expresses his desire to be with her, emphasizing her physical attributes.
The next verse introduces a conversation between Lil B and the woman he is interested in. She challenges him, stating that if she gets involved with him, she must also get involved with his "hood rat crew." Lil B responds by asserting that he is not involved in illegal activities or promiscuous behavior like some rappers. He dismisses any misconceptions about him and proposes something more sophisticated and enticing, mentioning his prowess in bed.
The song then transitions to Lil B and the woman going upstairs. Despite the woman warning him not to act silly, Lil B believes he has her under his spell with his hardcore rap skills. He envisions moments of intimacy and sexual pleasure, fueled by music and desire.
The third verse changes the perspective to a different rapper, Cease-a-Lee, or Mista Nasty. He addresses various women, expressing gratitude to one named Tamika, gladness to have met Michelle, and admiration for someone who makes him feel special. He arrogantly asserts his ability to pleasure them and disses them before leaving. He describes his preference for flashy and attractive women who associate with other women, emphasizing his sexual prowess and a desire for satisfaction.
Line by Line Meaning
Another day in the ghetto
Every day in the impoverished neighborhood brings frustration
One look outside and I'm already upset yo
Just by glancing outside, my mood is instantly ruined
It look about a hundred-and-two
The temperature outside is scorching hot
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't got nuttin' to do
It's the weekend, but I have no plans or activities
Uhh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring
Suddenly, my attention is diverted by a phone call
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin' thing
There are moments when I regret having a phone
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
The caller is requesting to speak with me, Biggie
Yo who dis? "Taisha" Yo call back, I'm busy
I don't recognize the caller, so I tell them to call me later
Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later
I suggest that the caller contact me through a different method at a later time
Washed up, got dressed, hits the elevator
After freshening up and changing clothes, I ride the elevator
Steps out it's the same old scene
As I exit, I'm met with the familiar surroundings of the neighborhood
Dopefiend, crackfiend, eyewitness news team
I encounter drug addicts and reporters from the local news station
I seen a honey with a butt lookin' butter soft
I notice an attractive woman with a voluptuous and smooth buttocks
I know she looks much better with them clothes up off
I believe she would appear even more appealing if she removed her clothes
Sittin' all thick, with the ruby red lipstick
She sits seductively, displaying her curvaceous body, and wearing bold red lipstick
That's the one I gotta get with
I am determined to pursue a romantic or sexual relationship with her
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
"Why you wanna get with me?"
What is your motivation for wanting to be with me?
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
The allure stems from the fact that you have an ample and attractive posterior
She said "If I get witchu
She responds, saying that if she engages with me
I gotta get witcha whole hood rat crew
She also involves herself with my group of friends who are associated with the ghetto lifestyle
Whatcha I think I do? Sling skins for a livin'
What do you expect? That I sell my body for a living?
My name ain't November, this ain't Thanksgivin
I am not someone who is easily taken advantage of, and this is not a situation for giving thanks
You aint Michael Bivins
You are not capable of having the same level of influence or charisma as Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
You may have smooth talking skills, but I remain uninterested
Do me baby, I ain't down
Your attempts at seducing me will not be successful
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
I am not Tupac, known for engaging in promiscuous behavior, so I won't fall for your advances
You hittin' this nigga, how that sound?
You are trying to pursue a relationship with me, but I question your judgment
Huh, first of all you got me mixed up with
Firstly, you have mistaken me for someone else
Somebody ya done slept with, hold up
Someone you have already had sexual relations with, let me stop you there
That's my Neneh Cherry shit, I got somethin' slicker
Don't compare me to Neneh Cherry; I have a more impressive approach
Let me just sip up on this liquor
Allow me to casually drink some alcohol
All I wanna do is smoke a little chronic
My only desire is to consume marijuana
Slam ya like Onyx, and get ya hooked on
I aim to have aggressive sexual relations with you, leaving a lasting impression
This Biggie Smalls phonics, 102
These are the techniques of Biggie Smalls, known as 102
How to squeeze .22's in them Reeboks shoes, huh?
I possess the knowledge of concealing small firearms in Reebok shoes
I said walk me upstairs, 'cause I forgot my Phillies
I request that she accompanies me upstairs to retrieve my Phillies brand cigarettes
She said "I don't care, just don't be actin' silly"
She agrees to the request but warns me not to act foolishly
I knew I had her trapped with my hardcore rap
I am confident that my explicit and aggressive lyrical style has captivated her
And it wouldn't take a second 'fore I had her on her back
I am certain that she will quickly submit to my advances
Pullin' with the bra strap, threw on my Silk CD
I skillfully remove her bra strap while simultaneously playing a seductive song by Silk
'Cause, "I wanna get freaky with you"
Because I desire to engage in explicit and intimate activities with her
Lose control on the skins is all I can picture
The only thing I can imagine is engaging in passionate and wild sexual activity
Now I'm about to hitcha
And now I am going to make my move on you
Yo, yo, yo
Hey, hey, hey
To all my hoes, respect due
I address all the women I have relationships with, asking for their respect
Tamika sorry I left you
Tamika, I apologize for abandoning you
Michelle I'm glad I met you
Michelle, I am pleased to have made your acquaintance
You make the head feel special
You make me feel sexually gratified
Now I know it's official
Now I am certain and confident about my feelings
That I can touch and tease you
I have the ability to physically and emotionally arouse you
Pull up my pants and diss you
I disrespectfully dismiss and disregard you
And hit the door you came through
I leave through the same door you entered
Its Cease-a-Lee, a.k.a. Mista Nasty
I am known as Cease-a-Lee or Mista Nasty
Germany style, these hoes they blast me
I attract attention from women, German style
One of the chickenhead with sex appeal pass me
One of the promiscuous women with seductive charm catches my attention
That's her hands, ankles, feet they ashy
Her hands, ankles, and feet appear dry and scaly
I like the flashy type, who pass with dykes
I am attracted to women who flaunt their wealth and social status, often accompanied by female companions
With long hair, and they ass be right
These women have long and luxurious hair, and their buttocks are well-shaped
I get up on that ass, see what that be like
I pursue sexual relations with them to experience the pleasure it brings
I fuck a bitch good, if she ask me right, huh
I engage in satisfying sexual activity with a woman, but only if she explicitly requests it in the proper manner
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
"Why you wanna get with me?"
What is your motivation for wanting to be with me?
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
The allure stems from the fact that you have an ample and attractive posterior
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
"Why you wanna get with me?"
What is your motivation for wanting to be with me?
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
The allure stems from the fact that you have an ample and attractive posterior
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I establish a connection with you?
"Why you wanna get with me?"
What is your motivation for wanting to be with me?
'Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
The allure stems from the fact that you have an ample and attractive posterior
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LEROY M BELL, CASEY JAMES, JAMES KOWAN LLOYD, CHUCKY THOMPSON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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