Letras:
B Jon Calling On You

you (Burning right inside of you) All the people standing the your way Will pat you on the back (They gonna pat you on the back Still talking shit today

make you smile But you'd rather have what makes you cry Say goodbye an' I leave now With my heart on my sleeve, memories now What I found is you still

I ain't matchin' you Blame it on a head not the heart This is real LL Cool J in the building baby Hey yo 50 You know you're my favorite gangsta right

That's why I call myself the King of the South Well nigga, ah you don't want what I'm break out the house Ah so I, strongly suggest you keep my name

ring And talked about the gold grill So tell me What's left to give really yo spine a cold chill We call some call em diamonds We call em ice It varies

up motherfucker! You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love! Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home Wherever you

And his came on and you did his dance You kept beggin' me for romance I kept tellin' you that's enough You turned on my boy Juvenile And then proceeded

Hit the club and get one of them broads It's a wrap on the way to the house By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out I see you lookin, what you looking at

on the tan Timbo's Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose You ain't got nuttin' on me dogz ain't V I ain't drove Fuck about the law top-speed on the road .44