Kurupt F- Roscoe Snoop Dogg I Call Shots Lyrics

I Call Shots Lyrics

[Snoop Dogg]

 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 Godstra

 Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!

 

 Chorus: repeat 2X (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 could ride

 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 Sonics

 Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins

 with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)

 Columbian flake, the top rate

 Irate lost mental state

 Stallion I'm want about a million or more

 of 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 Gortex or some Converse on

 All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor

 You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi

 or 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 enough

 to 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 Squad

 Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya

 

 Chorus

 

 [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 Elvis

 I 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 miracle

 is 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