Kurupt - I Call Shots Lyrics
[snoop dogg]Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?Its the big homeboy snoop doggAnd yknow, the streets is a mother*****erD.p.g.c., yknowRepresentin to the fullest, like dat dereYknow![kurupt]Organized madnessThe young godstraHa hah, young frank sinatra, beotch!Chorus: repeat 2x (w/ minor variations)I call, I call shots round hereTell who to pop and who not to pop round hereSlow down down here, dont make too much noiseYou know who runs the blocks round here[kurupt]Psychosomatic, automatic staticCatatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addictAstrononimcal in the thunderdome centerIn the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardlyCatastrophes, metamorphosize into a pitTyranno-don, crackin the bricks on the wallsCamouflage, on the side of livestBout to put somethin up in that could rideIts time for, world war three mother*****erYou know me, young got-ti mother*****erI holds the microphone like a grudgeIn the llac laid back, so back the ***** upThis might give you a heart attackIts real simple, cant get mo simple than thatThan that..Chorus[kurupt]The tactical acrobatical automaticAutomatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guidedVisually 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 rateIrate lost mental stateStallion Im want about a million or moreOf yall fools to come back and get some moreYou can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the doorHe dont wear calvin klein, he wont wear valourHe got some gortex or some converse onAll-stars, gd from the hat to the floorYou can miss me, Im probably chillin up in mississippiOr poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskeyIm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paidGet dropped, mopped and stomped like a paradePersuasion, phase three of the invasionI gots to break loose cause Im feelin caged inLoose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden upNowadays, niggaz aint hard enoughTo bombard and bogart, spots like theseRenegade revolutionary infantriesIll bet a thousand to one, youre never gonna make itYoure never gonna get it, yall cant ***** wit usPut it together, our squad 1999 mod squadUniversal soldiers, I thought I told yaChorus[roscoe]Im a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapperSpectacular, chrome thirty-eight packerMoney stacker, t-shirt cakalakaVerbal predator, fake rap attackerGotti jawbreaker, roscoe the back crackerMoney makin, we smart like computer hackersI came in this game with plans to get it maxedAnd my enemies, feel the wrath of my raptureNo escapin without, instantaneous captureDont be upset, when me and the homies jack yaCause we straight jackin, if I say its on its crackinYoung thugs, from y.a., we make it happenSwearin yall can see me but thats just like seein elvisI grab to crick a back and crack a nigga cross the pelvisMy rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to healthI make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own selfWho am i? the incorrigible lyrical miracleIs horrible yet hysterical the way Ill embarass youSee me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at youTough talk, when theres bullets flyin through the air at youTest your chest nigga? one less niggaMe and kurupt share two gats and one vest niggaWe astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematicalTaking your first-born as collateral![kurupt]I call, I call shots round here
