Lyrics:
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
the big body Benz, with the wheels on it
A cellular phone with no bills on it
Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it
Baby, lean on it, and I
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
this diggity one from back in the day
It's the diggity diggity dirty one you call him Nelly
Leanin' on his fella's with his cellular phone
You can tell
service like I'm at home
Talkin on my cellular phone, watchin the Flintstones
Me and my stable full of broads, me and my Amazons
On house arrest for
roll alone)
I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones
Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones
Can I last, as I walk past
Mad cigarette
a cellular phone with a rubber antenna
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back"
Then
a cellular phone with a rubber antenna
On a three story house, drive a four door Ac
Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back"
Then
this Monica leave a number after the beep
Aye yo Mo pick up the phone man,
This old raggedy cellular phone sound like an old alarm clock old switch
is your cellular phone?
Whatta you know? I took your loot and the jewels
With the buddah and the laptop in the nickel-plated tool!
Whatta you know? Now
the closet
And the gat's gone, and so is your cellular phone?
Whatta you know? I took your loot and the jewels
With the Buddha and the laptop in
[Refrain:]
I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't cause I came too far
[Verse 1:]
I trying to know what's going on
Echoes on my cellular phone
I know
I trying to know what's going on
Echoes on my cellular phone
I know this couple I don't missing
Could it be the feds still listening
See I got
Cuz I like a woman that take on her own
Don't need no cell mate, no cellular phone
That mean don't call me, don't be all up on me
Don't ride me in
Gotta Getaway
16 Seconds to Make It
Come On Mike
Escaping the Situation
I'M Out of the Trap Zone
The Ringer Turned Off on My Cellular Phone
and a book, and a cellular phone,
And a personal computer in case something came up.
And I could eat, and I'd drink, and I'd run and I'd sleep,
And I
yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!)
[Busta Rhymes]
We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular
And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla
See if
and ya girl so she can come home
Let her rome like cellular phone, hmmm
Yeah, I got Wi-Fi skeet
Come up in thee room get Wi-Fi heat
Talk down baby thy
on celestial thrones
Get money or pick up your cellular phones
Celestial beings in celestial homes
We make such a mess when you leave us alone
Gimme seven
I won't
I won't
I won't
I wont
Cause I came to far
Tryin' to know what's goin' on
Echoes on my cellular phone
I noticed a couple items
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
luggage to the coliseum
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum
Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones
I tour with
relax
Messiah bolical ain't even got no money for that
All of a sudden you be tripping on my cellular phone
Talking about all of the women that be
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen, you were mesmerized
Cellular
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