Song Lyrics
You probably decided that i d be right back on the street didn t ya, especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass cindi didn t he, can i have your attention didn t i
hey that shit pulled a lot of cards didn t he
Mother fucker, get real fly on they ass
Thought i was playin didn t ya, faggot mad little penny-pinchin ass, hey that shit pulled a lot of cards didn t he
Well it shouldn t should it, i just kept it all real didn t i Petey, with this new shit didn t i -ya
Man talking man talking over, thought i was playin didn t ya, i just want my fuckin phone call
We re gunna let y all motherfuckers sit there, came from the back to the front and i had them kissin a nigga ass didn t i
You think i could make my phone call, i could of got real shitty but i didn t did i Didn't, i could of got real shitty but i didn t did i
faggot mad little penny-pinchin ass
With this new shit didn t i -ya, boy you a trip
y all got to hear this shit
i just wanna make my phone call
I didn t even rub it in your face did i, thought i was playin wit him Pablo, i just kept it all real didn t i
i guess i showed you didn t i
Tell sumden else you did, got in the race and then i won it didn t i Didn't, straight up and motherfuckin down
that was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang
I guess i showed you didn t i, i d like to flip the hood night didn t i
Hey fuck you too ya bastard, i wrote a song a bout it, came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn t i
I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn t i, that little cash wouldn t hurt you would it
with man talking over
Got in the race and then i won it didn t i, told him my plan didn t i
hey let me tell y all something
That little cash wouldn t hurt you would it, yo cough cough excuse me, roberts got out of there so fast they didn t ever find his boat did they
Brought it right back to the homefront just like i said didn t i, it wouldn t be so bad would it, you a real trip
I just want my fuckin phone call, you gunna be mad at this verse here ain t ya man Didn't, thought i was playin didn t ya
Especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass cindi didn t he, get real fly on they ass, yo what happened
Sung chorus in the background, if i wasn t right there on your ass would it
Yo what happened, 97 -petey pablo or petey too small as we call him down in greenville ya, or got all fly but i didn t did i
such little shit shouldn t effect you should it
Yo what happened, brought it right back to the homefront just like i said didn t i
all that time couldn t ya
Well it shouldn t should it, well it shouldn t should it Pablo, tell sumden else you did
Man talking over, you gunna be mad at this verse here ain t ya man, i got his ass didn t i
you think i could make my phone call
You coulda had me couldn t ya, what you need to do is sit down Pablo, i just want my fuckin phone call
Told him my plan didn t i, we re gunna let y all motherfuckers sit there, came from the back to the front and i had them kissin a nigga ass didn t i
i could of got real shitty but i didn t did i
That was just a fly ass intro to this whole thang, it wouldn t be so bad would it Didn't, or got all fly but i didn t did i
I just want my fuckin phone call, i wrote a song a bout it
Faggot mad little penny-pinchin ass, what you need to do is sit down, all that time couldn t ya