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Phone Calls from Ho…  

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out of state in a mobile home
I tried to get my hands on a cellular phone
I fell into a ditch full of VCRs
Now I'm in a movie same as the stars
It
down)

Betty, I need you
I miss you
I'm so alone without you
To call up on the weekends with my cellular phone

Betty, it's so hard to relate
cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown
Suckers break like turbo and ozone

When I,
to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone 
Don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown 
Suckers break like Turbo
In no zone,
"She's a bitch!"

I was walkin' real slow to the dance floor
He was lookin' at my ass and I turned him on
I seen him talking to his boy on the cellular
she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna
and we're clouds
Yeah, yeah, there's this rumor going around
That you're an eyeball on a pyramid
Plaid to the bone
So I'm using this banana as a cellular
No interviews, channel four, see me on the news 
Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone 
Address you wonder, don't try to catch me
"And I know I shoulda called and, baby, I'm real sorry.
"Let's get a cellular phone and then you won't have to worry.
"You know how much I love you
I know I shoulda called and, baby, I'm real sorry.
"Let's get a cellular phone and then you won't have to worry.
"You know how much I love you
nigga, I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
nigga, I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
mussi smoke some bad weed 
Or read dem can't read 
Always ina want and need 
But true yuh get yuh new home 
Brand new cellular phone 
All dem a get
couldn't accept you

You're in a world of your own
Got no cellular phone
They can't track you
But the girl at the store with the sketchy rapport
She
alone
With a Shirley Temple
And a cellular phone
No one to call 
No one to ring
'Cause no one's home

The bartender knew her number and name
I
a Taxi cab confessing 
We're having to much "Sex in the City"
With our prepaid cellular phones
We call apartment homes by the time
We're fourteen, yeah
to your knees

Outside the gates of redemption inside my happy home
Contact with big Mr. Mega Bucks on my cellular phone
Dollar for dollar the business
as fuck 
So tell 'em it's on 
If I ain't here hit me on my cellular phone 
But it don't take long them gone 
I dial up Op to see what he hollerin' 
He
grand
Can't catch me with a radar scan
Now what's a rock, what's a pebble, what's a stone?
What's a bitin MC, that's a clone
I'm Big Willie on my cellular
and fold girls with cellular phones
The voice in my head is a talker and the fellow just roams

If you call my souls operator
It'll tell you I'm gone
time we waited
Before we finally made it (And all that, and all that)
And your cellular phone suspicion and all your fingers hit it
You askin' me
datin her own fuckin cousin 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? 
You got your cellular phone
my bed
Then Lil' half-dead put his dick on her head
Take that bitch home and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Now she's
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I

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