Lyrics:
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
made it the hard way, he think he Hov
So mad looking at my shit, it could be yours
911 fuck up black folk, I got the Porsche
Two-time felon, behind
911, what's your emergency?
You took her around the corner by the condo
I know which hotel
Even took her round the corner by her favorite bar
Pulled
I grabbed the cellular phone and called my nigga Face
Had to beep him 911, he wasn't at his place
The phone rang, I picked it up, I heard, What's
holster
You the real killa
Stick by my side you my hitta
Someone please 911
Just won't be me or my phone
I know you ride with me on the long roads
Down
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch, not Trina, but I swear to God
This bitch will make you call your girl up and tell her, "Hey, what's good?
"Sorry I'm
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
I'll be your superhero
When danger arrives
I'll be by your side (uh)
You're my lucky dime (uh)
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when
911, what's your emergency?
You took her around the corner by the condo
I know which hotel
Even took her round the corner by her favorite bar
suck nitrous all night long
If I just die, Mike, just call my mom (9-1-1)
Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnel
Put his foot through it
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
on the skin, some might call it sin
Politicians all move for money, what the hell are we callin' them?
Low life, I'm crawlin' out, 911 I Porsched it out
Y'all
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
opened up the door, headed up the stairs
Thought he heard a noise, but no one else was there
First sight he saw, struck him by surprise
Two shots was
their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing
But not me because I'ma nigga that can
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
movin' belong to me
That component set was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine disco d
He told me frisco e
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga
Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you
yesterday it rained
"So he went down to the liquor store
"And by noon he felt no pain
"I came in an hour late then I let his supper burn
"Well he hit
their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggas stay beefing but a lot of them bluffing
But not me because I'ma nigga that can
birdy these balls
And the Porsche 911, like emergency calls
Man, I just be chillin', I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm puttin'
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