A call call to all non-believers I know your false God I've seen his works and his deeds And violence is his creed This is a call call A call call to stand up and fight A call call to stand for what's right (A call call to all non-believers) Wash their blood from your hands

When you you touch me in that that way, I just don't know what what to do, love I'm so in love You You don't seem to understand me when I say I'm feeling blu love I can't get you you out my mind You You send me pictures I ain't calling crisis You You send the pictures If your harp is

Deep in my heart, I know that that it's over When we were younger, younger You You and me were so, so close And maybe that that's what what hurts the most So I just save my breath Deleted your number so I can't call call you Call Call you my brother, the way that that we used to I've

Call me baby, baby I just want you you in my arms Obie Hold you you till the morning Obie Know you you got it going on Obie I don't hear what what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

Word up (up up) everybody say Word up (up up) it's the code word No matter where you you say it you you know that that you'll be heard When you you hear the call call you've got to get it on the way Come on baby tell me what's the word Yo pretty ladies around the world Got a

Now Now I put the ice on my chest (I'm doing it) Now Now I got plaques on the wall (I'm doing it) Now Now I never answer a call (I'm doing it) Now Now I gotta house in the west (I'm doing it) There's no way you you can tell man that that I can't do what what I want to (I do what what I

Not like us We're on another level These folks 'round here 2-steppin' with the devil I'm callin' y'all's bluff Y'all drinkin', y'all smokin' it up Show me what what you got boy I'll show you you that you're not like us Wanna be, yeah, you know you you wanna be like us

Southside on the track I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects Dick rock hard like a mouth test Hit it from the side, that's a side-effect I'm a Zone 6 nigga, now now you're my bitch Slurpin' up the drank and it got side-effects Shit expensive,

What you you call me? (tramp!) No you you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

You just want what what you can't have I'll call call the cops If you you don't stop, I'll call call your dad And I hate to do this to you you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that that other bullshit You You know that that's bullshit Don'tcha',