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
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
yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network dipset family ties [chorus] they see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint
the phone is ringin off the hook *brrrrrring* And AMG is puttin down girl rhymes in his notebook Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust wack *brrrrrring* I pick up the phone
Verse 1 Standard tone on the phone, ill be breaking again, Must be something there that played. All the names that you called out of bed seem to fade
shit Zo like "come on Doc, we out" Now bout this time I ran my ass bacc in the apartment Got the phone dialed the 9-1-1 Dropped the phone and fell on
top, blowin on a sack We were rollin like some macs, peepin all foes I got to Valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all golds Now Lucci call those
its tha 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
Drop It, Shake It, Do It Lil Mama Have A Party In My Lap, And Im Shakin It Topless I Spit Like Ty Cause My Floss Is Clean And They Call Me Mean D Cause
paint I can walk off in the club & Make a bad bitch faint Don't trip I'm just sippin It's just me and my drank Put my number in yo phone Baby you can
on the phone I could not compete but dumb luck fake confidence was getting weak And for a sec I thought I sounded sweet, but sure enough in a gruff faint
to leave your side The walls were painted white now stained a color bone The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone This call must be for someone
(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
