agree to differ We?re consumed by competition Having fun is my reason for living (Give me a break) Having fun is my reason for living (Give me a break) Call me up
Tradução: Gang of Four. Call Me Up.
call henchmen.. Or we could call shorty. Or we could call Hector.. Or we could call Jorge. Papi owe me favors.. I know he wont ignore me. Everybody loco
look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You Scared I'm prepared in the mall and all Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw McGraw b*tch I'ma
's wit me, shhh they comin to get me Hey Wut You Scared I'm prepared in the mall and all Wit Chimme Chose, you can call me quick draw McGraw b*tch I'ma
four-four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up) At Leimert Park, taggin
motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang
the saxin' in your emcee (Wyclef Jean) Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock call (It could mean rewind the gun-check me
get two or three more. It just goes on and on. It don't stop. [Verse 1:] Homie you can call me hot furnace I'll Bill AKA Nocturnus Walk up to you at
watch a flat TV - WHOA I crept up behind her Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice I call mami Montana, bandana Tied her hands up - this is gangsta
sayin?] What's up, what's up with you girl [2x] What's up, what's up with you boy [2x] Don't jock, don't jock, baby don't jock me I drop the hotness,
all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (keep it gangsta) Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta (all my life) Keep
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust And some of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin
each other's wealth Commin' up is just in me But the Black community is full of envy Too much back-stabbin' While I look up the street I see all the
my body He really really turned me out He really really got to gut me He really really made me scream and shout He really taught me how to work my body
soon. Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off that's how we grow up Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to blow up? Get
is racing forever Got an army behind me, a federation of terror They can blindly define me as the insomniac zombie Who shot ya, look at ya, you remind me
