Call of the wild Call of the wild Call of the wild Come on, call of the wild It's the call of the wiiiiild C-c-call of the wild
niggas' shorty looks just like he did So in a sense I guess my homeboy will live again In the eyes of his seed forever dad No one to call on when momma
wanna be rude, - go ahead ---you don't wanna be rude, -go ahead call me a prostitute I was born, growing up, i finished my cup, said good luck, dad-
also frightened? Are you also frightened? No one should call you a dreamer. No one should call you a dreamer. No one should call you a dreamer. No one should call
dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal And get out of this bathroom And call management to seek some reimbursement For the
phone pagin I know you heard the shit goin off, okay? Where the fuck you was at? Where you was at that coulda been so important you couldn't fuckin call
[Verse 1: Steele] I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school I guess you could call it
, nigga what? Come on! (Can you, can you, hear me?) Can you hear me motherfucker?!? I'm talking to you! (Cuz I am in...side your head) (?) uncontrollable and wild
like his Dad [I knew why] He grew up got a job making eighty grand a year Had a wife and kid, all the guys call a queer But his dad never knew, he was
momma is a dope fiend And I think about all the hard times we had No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared A little bastard child, going wild,
my tennis shoes Get kicked out of my hotel room and sleep in the truck for a night or two Blow all my money, have to call my dad and work two months
like this, like that [Verse 2: 4th Pyramid] White wanna black, a daunting task Just hauntin these gats, drunk... started to laugh My complex is like clog(?) my dad
is from Asia My LP's a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia's Roy Jones, knock opponents and ball too I'm a MC! (Yo!) What the fuck they call you?! Pussy, my
can be mad at guys cause life coulda been much worse. At least I'm satisfied At least my dad's alive married to my mother I have a sister and friends that I could call
(feat. Lord Tariq, Royce the 5-9) [Woman] Dad-da [Baby] Dad-da da-da [Woman] Ma-ma [Baby] Ma-ma-ma [Woman] Ma-ma [Baby] Ma-ma [Evil Dee] Word up, yaknowhaImsayin
the memory Of how things used to be I think somebody better call a doctor quick Oh never mind I'm just a little homesick Thinking of my mum and my dad
he'd mad if he knew he was fucking a youth old enough to be your dad but you was taking his dick he use to talk behind your back calling you sluts and
educate the youth (Speak on it God) Cause if we won't, then who will? (True) Terror Squad style, yo (Speak on it God) Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed
