I Call Shots Lyrics
| Song | I Call Shots |
| Artist | Kurupt |
| Album | Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Organized Noize ... | |
| Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? | |
| It's the big homeboy | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker | |
| 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 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.. | |
| 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, niggaz 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 fuck 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 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 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 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![Kurupt] | |
| I call, I call shots round here |
| zuo ci : Brown, Organized Noize ... | |
| Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? | |
| It' s the big homeboy | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| And y' know, the streets is a motherfucker | |
| 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 | |
| TyrannoDon, 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 motherfucker | |
| You know me, | |
| Young Gotti 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.. | |
| 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 | |
| AllStars, | |
| 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, niggaz 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 fuck 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 thirtyeight packer | |
| Money stacker, tshirt 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 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 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 nigga? | |
| One less nigga | |
| Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga | |
| We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical | |
| Taking your firstborn as collateral! Kurupt | |
| I call, I call shots round here |
| zuò cí : Brown, Organized Noize ... | |
| Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? | |
| It' s the big homeboy | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| And y' know, the streets is a motherfucker | |
| 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 | |
| TyrannoDon, 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 motherfucker | |
| You know me, | |
| Young Gotti 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.. | |
| 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 | |
| AllStars, | |
| 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, niggaz 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 fuck 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 thirtyeight packer | |
| Money stacker, tshirt 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 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 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 nigga? | |
| One less nigga | |
| Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga | |
| We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical | |
| Taking your firstborn as collateral! Kurupt | |
| I call, I call shots round here |
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