Kurupt, Roscoe - I Call Shots lyrics
[Kurupt, Roscoe - I Call Shots lyrics]
Yeah yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
DPGC, y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'Know! Organized madness the young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, bitch!
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous
Dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple
Can't get mo' simple than that than that
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got
It verbally guided
Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being
Injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or more
Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangsta soon as
He come in the door
He don't wear Calvin Klein
He won't wear valour
He got some Cortez or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me
I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
Or Poughkeepsie or Baton
Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause
I'm feelin caged in loose in the jungle
Blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggas ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one
You're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I'm a chart smasher
The youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin', we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with
Plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin' without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset
When me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin'
If I say it's on it's crackin'
Young thugs, from YA, we make it happen
Swearin' y'all can see me but
That's just like seeing Elvis
I grab to crick a back and
Crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids
And cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the
Way I'll embarass you see me on the streets
Walk by and I just stare at you tough talk
When there's bullets flying through
The air at you
Test your chest nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two gats
And one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical
Mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!
I call, I call shots round here
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
DPGC, y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'Know! Organized madness the young Godstra
Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, bitch!
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center
In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous
Dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls
Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three motherfucker
You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple
Can't get mo' simple than that than that
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got
It verbally guided
Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being
Injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or more
Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangsta soon as
He come in the door
He don't wear Calvin Klein
He won't wear valour
He got some Cortez or some Converse on
All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me
I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
Or Poughkeepsie or Baton
Rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause
I'm feelin caged in loose in the jungle
Blaze a botanical garden up
Nowadays, niggas ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries
I'll bet a thousand to one
You're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad
Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I call, I call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down, down here
Don't make too much noise
You know who runs the blocks round here
I'm a chart smasher
The youngest gangster rapper
Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
Money makin', we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with
Plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin' without, instantaneous capture
Don't be upset
When me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin'
If I say it's on it's crackin'
Young thugs, from YA, we make it happen
Swearin' y'all can see me but
That's just like seeing Elvis
I grab to crick a back and
Crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a nigga murder twenty kids
And cap his own self
Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the
Way I'll embarass you see me on the streets
Walk by and I just stare at you tough talk
When there's bullets flying through
The air at you
Test your chest nigga? One less nigga
Me and Kurupt share two gats
And one vest nigga
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical
Mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!
I call, I call shots round here