I Call Shots歌词
歌手：Kurupt 专辑：Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha
作词 : Brown, Organized Noize ...
Yeah.. yo whassup my *****?
It's the big homeboy
Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a ************
D.P.G.C., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'KNOW![Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young
GodstraHa hah, young
Frank Sinatra, beotch!
Chorus: repeat 2
X (w/ minor variations)
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[Kurupt]
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 garage
It's time for, world war three ************
You know me,
Young Got-ti ************
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the **** up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..
Chorus[Kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it
Super like the
SonicsPotent like gin and tonic being injected through the veinswith double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or moreof y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as 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
Mississippior
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, ****** ain't hard enoughto 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 **** wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999
Mod SquadUniversal
Soldiers,
I thought
I told yaChorus[Roscoe]
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
Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein
ElvisI grab to crick a back and crack a ***** 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a ***** murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I?
The incorrigible lyrical miracleis 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 flyin through the air at you
Test your chest *****?
One less *****
Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest *****
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral![Kurupt]
I call, I call shots round here
Yeah.. yo whassup my *****?
It's the big homeboy
Snoop Dogg
And y'know, the streets is a ************
D.P.G.C., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
Y'KNOW![Kurupt]
Organized madness
The young
GodstraHa hah, young
Frank Sinatra, beotch!
Chorus: repeat 2
X (w/ minor variations)
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[Kurupt]
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 garage
It's time for, world war three ************
You know me,
Young Got-ti ************
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the **** up
This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..
Chorus[Kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
Visually you ride it
Super like the
SonicsPotent like gin and tonic being injected through the veinswith double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion I'm want about a million or moreof y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as 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
Mississippior
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, ****** ain't hard enoughto 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 **** wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999
Mod SquadUniversal
Soldiers,
I thought
I told yaChorus[Roscoe]
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
Y.A., we make it happen
Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein
ElvisI grab to crick a back and crack a ***** 'cross the pelvis
My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a ***** murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am I?
The incorrigible lyrical miracleis 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 flyin through the air at you
Test your chest *****?
One less *****
Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest *****
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral![Kurupt]
I call, I call shots round here
