Name Callin’

Lyrics

[Hook: Queen Latifah] "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" [Verse 1: Queen Latifah, (Nikki D)] Hold my Heineken, 'Pache, I'm 'bout to catch a charge Bitches that think they hard get snuffed, fuck a bodyguard They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me All they could do is be mad at me, bitch, don't threaten me Niggas don't know I'm nice with these, you pay the price with these Come by this Pisces, your life cease You couldn't see me if you looked at my life like Mary Your style is cheesy, how you gon' beef? You dairy! Better be wary, 'cause if it's necessary We shoot the joints, I'll leave you somethin' for the Tooth Fairy And all you rappers sellin' more sex than skill, chill I'll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal Don't get it twisted yo, I never really favored you And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U So fuck giving props where they ain't due Fuck you and that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too I get hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs And you'll never be the woman that your father was Stop flirtin' with my last nerve and head South Next bitch say somethin' (Word), I'm goin' in your mouth [Hook: Queen Latifah] "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" [Verse 2: Queen Latifah, (Nikki D)] Another bitch after my crown, but I don't hate her 'Cause she couldn't come up, if she was gettin' fucked in the elevator What, you thought I wouldn't check your chin? Though I was your fuckin' friend? See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends Don't act extra, where you from? High post on low income, might did some Ready to leave your gums numb Listenin' to you is like wack sex – a premature ejaculation A quickie, that gets me stressed You're doin' it but it don't thrill me Bitch, you know you feel me Don't get scared now, time to face the real me (Word up!) I'm ready to break my foot off in your anal Ready to bring you some pain, yo Comin' up with that Playdough Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blip Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil' Kim We know bootleg, Korean, coppin', schemin' ho I know it's bootleg 'cause they misspelled Moschino What's worse? Your Press-Ons, hair, or gear? I should buy your contract – put your ass on hold for another year You picked the wrong one, so bring yo' click Now we can handle this like ladies Or get into some ol' otha shit! [Hook: Queen Latifah] "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" "Name callin' hasn't fallen into what I'm runnin' I wouldn't dis another sista unless she had it comin'" [Verse 3: Nikki D] Nikki feelin' like rappers be on some bandwagon shit But I gets boogie quick, sick with lyrics, from toastin' too many spirits Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin' these riches Niggas representin' for these real live niggas '96 – what the deal? Chicks pimpin' they sex appeal How you feel? (Stupid!) Got the steel now, dead up in your grill 'Bout to go up in you raw, saw you industry whore Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss Overload your whole dome piece, when I rock shit like this You can't flip, 'cause jiggaboos be gettin' twisted (What?!) All that high shit that you be smokin' got you buggin' Think that you could step to my crew? We be nut smugglin'! Turnin' rough niggas into bitches, like "What?!?"