Lyrics:
to call me
Standing ten toes I can't get to the falling
Dodging these punches I feel like I'm Ali
Strive for the goat title can't take no less
Y'all playing
on call
They got him by the balls
‘Fore he ever saw the writing on the wall
Wear a stupid hat
Do a goofy dance
Wear a stupid hat
Do a goofy dance
While we
Ten toes down when I push it
The block is kinda hot I’m on Call
Energy switched and it’s potent
I need you to feel where I come from
I face the world
smile for us, when you see us, drive foreigns
Nigga watch us ball
Stop or stall, nigga not at all
I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin'
out
Ain't nobody real to keep it real baby
You're still who I call on
Yeah I know you fuck with me but still baby
I'm leaving now
Ain't nobody real
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
and hers M-10's
Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class
Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass
When I can't be seen you can inform my team
Call
Feeling like I'm ten feet tall
Your bitch tryna get active
Probably why she missed your call
Young nigga fuckin' a actress
But I ain't Hollywood at all
I'm
in the night, count one dollar
Check ya fate, check-check
check check check checkmate
NYSE, see the fire, sign right by the x
Steady workin getting
on a bitch from the back how's that
When you bring it right back
Derek Jeter with a bat
I ball out like Mutombo, uh
Whipping up a brick like it's gumbo, ayy
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
Hell yeah, Amen
Hallelujah, how ya been
8 point, 8 ball
First base, last call
Chrome grill, mudflap
Party back in the pines
Fight song, tom tom
man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
'cause I'm runnin with the beaoch
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
start takin care of your own, nigga
Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside
Commandments
And to cricket those ten same rules shall apply.
Show compassion and self-righteousness and be honest above all
And come to God's call with
Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where she birthed me
Got water by the case if you thirsty
And only time I share
carry olosho
I don manya
I don jogolo
By mistake
She con puff the colo
Call the popo
Somebody call the popo
No be deliverance
We don’t
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Shit,
We say sorry n' shit
Na Na NA
(repeat x 2)
Verse 2
They call me beast man
Streets sweep your release than
Keep heat in my seat for
[Intro - Layzie & Felecia]
[Lay] One shot, niggaz call the cops,
cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here
[Fel] One shot, hey!
[Lay] Two shots,
We them niggas at the park
We just wanna ball selling dope
Then we get a car and
Don't know what it's called niggas foul
But the referees don't get
smoked them phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole trying to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With
rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
scared of a big dick (big dick)
And love to get get her pussy licked by another bitch
Cause I ain't drunk enough to do that shit
[Chorus: repeat 2X
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