Kane, Abel, Sons of Funk, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Call When You Need Some lyrics
[Kane, Abel, Sons of Funk, Silkk the Shocker, Master P - Call When You Need Some lyrics]
Ugggh, call me when you need
Plan B you ain't tripping you heard me?
You Bonnie I'm Clyde
Let me rob a bank at night
And go between them thighs holding like Sam
Cocked it like a tech 9 take
It off safety and won't jam
Now I got you loving me
Your boyfriend's mugging me
But thugs ain't tripping keep on hugging me
And tell me how you want it (how you want it)
And we can have sex from 6:
00 to 7 in the morning
Some say I'm a sucker for love
But the hardest niggas need us
So blame I'm a thug now regardless
Pull out the red carpets when I come through
Never tripping making our ghetto
Wishes to come true
Don't blame it on the hangover
Blame it on the benzo and Lorenzo
And the way I spit game
When it's going past ten
I got to be in it like a nympho
So here's the keys to my ride
And if you bout it my flight arrives at five
Plan B everybody needs one
Plan B call me when you need some
Can we lay all alone, doja burnin
I don't see nothing wrong
Is it cool to fuck?
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
You can't get enough
Maybe it's the hennesey I want
To give it to you
Have you screaming No Limit Soldier
When I'm finished with you
Now turn the lights out ain't
Nobody here but us
Girl your s hitting you got
Me feeling some lust
So many playas in the ghetto you
Don't know who to trust
They tell you riding with this
Thug might be dangerous
Now sip the champagne hit the green
Let me play with your hair
Take you to Victoria's Secrets pick
Out something to wear
In the clouds of smoke making
Jokes we getting blunted
Getting hot cause you like the TVs in my 600
Keep it on the low don't tell
Your man we done it put my 9 on the dresser
And let me undress you
Plan B everybody needs one
Plan B call me when you need some
Can we lay all alone, doja burnin
I don't see nothing wrong
Is it cool to fuck?
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
You can't get enough
Kane & Abel, Silkk The Shocker, Master P
Sons of Funk go run and tell your girls
Bout a night with a soldier it ain't No Limit
Plan B you ain't tripping you heard me?
You Bonnie I'm Clyde
Let me rob a bank at night
And go between them thighs holding like Sam
Cocked it like a tech 9 take
It off safety and won't jam
Now I got you loving me
Your boyfriend's mugging me
But thugs ain't tripping keep on hugging me
And tell me how you want it (how you want it)
And we can have sex from 6:
00 to 7 in the morning
Some say I'm a sucker for love
But the hardest niggas need us
So blame I'm a thug now regardless
Pull out the red carpets when I come through
Never tripping making our ghetto
Wishes to come true
Don't blame it on the hangover
Blame it on the benzo and Lorenzo
And the way I spit game
When it's going past ten
I got to be in it like a nympho
So here's the keys to my ride
And if you bout it my flight arrives at five
Plan B everybody needs one
Plan B call me when you need some
Can we lay all alone, doja burnin
I don't see nothing wrong
Is it cool to fuck?
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
You can't get enough
Maybe it's the hennesey I want
To give it to you
Have you screaming No Limit Soldier
When I'm finished with you
Now turn the lights out ain't
Nobody here but us
Girl your s hitting you got
Me feeling some lust
So many playas in the ghetto you
Don't know who to trust
They tell you riding with this
Thug might be dangerous
Now sip the champagne hit the green
Let me play with your hair
Take you to Victoria's Secrets pick
Out something to wear
In the clouds of smoke making
Jokes we getting blunted
Getting hot cause you like the TVs in my 600
Keep it on the low don't tell
Your man we done it put my 9 on the dresser
And let me undress you
Plan B everybody needs one
Plan B call me when you need some
Can we lay all alone, doja burnin
I don't see nothing wrong
Is it cool to fuck?
Do you think you can love this thug
When you want to get closer
Fiending for this ghetto love
You can't get enough
Kane & Abel, Silkk The Shocker, Master P
Sons of Funk go run and tell your girls
Bout a night with a soldier it ain't No Limit