Lyrics:
of my home
It had a new A/C and a cellular phone
And I'm as sick as a dog
'Cos I'm still paying off the loan
Somebody stole my car
That's life in
'cause I be Robbin' like the Boy Wonder
Holy bandit, leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat
They
You hardly stacking when you see me
Don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman
Ludacris, mmm! "Velvet Jones"
AKA "Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone"
I’m
I'm relaxin' on my back and
You know what time it is (uh)
But if it's red, man, I'll leave it alone
She can call me on my cellular phone
And I mess
Caucasian bitch
(Bitch) down with my homeboy Rich
Fuck a snitch and a groupie ass bitch
And the nigga with a cellular phone
Leave his baby at home so he
Can
I'm relaxin’ on my back and
You know what time it is, uh
But if it's red man, I'll leave it alone
She can call me on my cellular phone
And I mess around
on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now)
We be blazin' cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc, Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don't condone (uh), spent bank loans on homegrown
In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens
In this town, we all go to terminal pubs
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
In this
In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens
In this town, we all go to terminal pubs
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
From
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc, Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don't condone (uh), spent bank loans on homegrown
you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell
and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number
B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular
in a 10 it went a Jaguar
hella beat and he's cruising like a movie star
Sonya see and she's got a poise and she's clockin'
cellular phone
to have them hittin' on you
You heard me you need me here goes my cellular phone number
Just call me if you need the hook up girl we gone handle that
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones
Doc, Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
Don't condone (uh), spent bank loans on homegrown
cellular phone blown in three zones
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
So it can shine up your dome
When I proceed to give you what you need
And roam like a cellular phone far from home
Givin' crowds what they wantin'
Official hip-hop consumption, the fifth thumpin'
Keepin' ya party jumpin'
And roam like a cellular phone far from home
Givin' crowds what they wantin'
Official hip-hop consumption, the fifth thumpin'
Keepin' ya party jumpin' with
on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now)
We be blazin' cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if you
do things that lovers do, well
Never have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plad jeans, no cellular phone
All the time in the world, no
to get low
It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies
When the cellular phone up on death row
When I never had to serve a stretch so
I can
do things that lovers do, well
Never have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plad jeans, no cellular phone
All the time in the world, no
and my derrty we just got back home
In the blue grey Bently with the cellular phone
Callin' up the 'tics time to get it jumpin'
Smoke comin' out
where the negative roam
To be or not to be so I roll alone
I'm trapped within this skin and these bones
Temporary kings on cellular phones
Can I last
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