hear you just keep on callin' Keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin
me hear you just keep on callin' Keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin' Just keep on callin', Keep on callin
can get her And she accidentally slip and fall on my d-ck Ooops, I said on my d-ck I aint really mean to say on my d-ck But since we talking about
voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything I love It's on everything I love, man
see I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A No info, for the
-G Fin' to get up on the mic with a passion Get up on some pads Gwen, my chick get her ass in For the track, make my money Bring it on back to the middle
matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep
bitches is at? Put your money on the table and get your math on Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on
it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called
money swag tpain yelling we gettin arab money) musikkkk i got dat arab money (money) four- star bismillahirahmanirahim straight cash wanna keep on comin
yo, check it out now Why's you all on me, friends is all on me Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me Tried to split but the chick keep callin me Cause I
on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos And you really gettin' money
up, I ain't finished on the diss tip There's a few more punks that I got to rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode
, call us diarrhea The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a Chia Yeah, I call it how I see it Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea You keep
out da fastest way grind up on a million In a dope fein jacket she know dat im da man Gotta in come tax check N she spent 3 grand Keepa str8 shoota da
t know why they keep playin they better re-plan im giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland (blues singer) together we stand and fall on y'all ballin' with my bloods, call
she said it's over then it's over Tell her she's lucky like a four leaf clover But you keep on ringing her Nokia Worst thing 'bout it, she's on Voda Don't call
