open you up but instead i got the phone call just thought i'd call to let you know i wanna be alone all night again ...phone call just thought i'd call
you up But instead I got the phone call Just thought I'd call to let you know I wanna be alone all night again The phone call Just thought I'd call
(Bizzy) Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden
pistol but tha crack back Stayin' on my job dealin' wit hatas wit a jap slap Dealin' wit this mob lice watchin' studio phone tapped You best believe
too late [Verse 10: Low-G] My homie died and the cops called it drug related I was standing right there when his mother fainted And I felt trapped, cause
drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home, yup Hit E.T. up on the cell phone As your family dies and my family rise Call
I called you on the phone I said i was confused and in a daze You said this uncertainty one day i would crave So i wrote down exactly how i wanna live
on the phone I could not compete My dumb luck, fake competence was gettin? weak For a sec I thought I sounded sweet But sure enough in a gruff, faint
wet candy paint I can walk off in the club & Make a bad bitch faint don't trip im just sippin Its just me and my drank put my number in yo phone
I'm sitting by the window of your thirty-second floor apartment Waiting for your phone calls all to end I'm sitting watching wind blow Watching time go
in competin' Man yo shit is the cheapest, you might blow out ya speakas And we blowin' and all, I got warrants and all Done looked down at the phone, I done missed a few calls
it out...its getting wetter now... she need a paper towel.dont pull it out. ahhhh like your smile. Chorus: Answer your phone.hello?(wuddup) pick up your phone
Yeah, daddy's the crackhead Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the Garden of Eden Eve
Late at night I call her But I never say a word And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder And I can almost smell her breath faint
Why you sitting at home, waiting for the phone to ring Waiting for someone to hand your dreams to you You know you got to keep it moving If you don't
morning, the phone is ringin' off the hook And AMG is puttin' down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack I pick up the phone
