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Call The Police

Album cover art for "Call The Police" by V-Dog & Gangsta Blac

V-Dog & Gangsta Blac - Rap, Hip-Hop

Call The Police

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April 28, 1994.

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[Intro] Nigga, don't you ever try and cross some of my niggas out here You hear me? (Boy) [Verse 1: V-Dog] Sittin' in the dark with my nine unreleased Hopin' and prayin' that all this hard time shit ceases I was born in the South with no shoes on my feet Sometimes we look days and days with no shit to eat You gotta be tough, don't let a nigga call your bluff, even if you're gotta runaway in some cuffs So, motherfucker, save your soul, Lil' Man, Terry, off a parole South Memphis, motherfucker, with them guns in the air A sign of Parkways sayin': You better beware So come and gеt us, motherfucker, 'fore wе come get you V-Dog with that red beam, what the fuck, was it you? Big shit poppin', Glock cockin', this [?] I'm rockin' Player shit from the South, so you know we no coppers So quit fuckin' with a Dog, fool, 'fore he get bit Gangsta in this fuckin' ho, at any time he might click [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in, damn, mane Them fuckin' niggas done struck again Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (Boy, boy) [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] Stretched in a body bag and now I'm the one that took to long Can it be I'm crunk and or is it that Big Chug is passin' on? Family, friends, hoes, all my niggas ridin' Bones and Vogues Ridin' pass me, hollerin' at me, bury me in snizzow, ho Hard headed nigga, bitch, die by the trigger, trick Chillin' with my nigga Slick, kickin', pimpin' on a brick Every fuckin' day, Parkway chiefin' plenty hay What you gotta say, Gabay where a nigga stay V-Dog's comin' at ya with the mind of lunatic Bitch, you cannot fuck with this, standin' with the pistol grip Loadin' up my shells, I smells me an enemy Damn, if a nigga don't die 'fore he get to me Rod with the Luger let it go, let it fuckin' go I'm aimin' for the bricks, ah, shit, we be in this ho Down 'til we die, stay high, never ever play Killers on the realer, motherfucker, South Parkway [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in, damn, mane Them fuckin' niggas done struck again Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (Boy, boy) [Verse 3: V-Dog] We from the South part of town where the police we hate A lotta niggas die young, a lotta bitches get raped So if you violate, fool, your ass we gon' chase Nail your coffin' up, blow, shoot bricks in your face This shit is serious, motherfucker, so bitch, listen up South Memphis in this bitch, fool, and we clickin' up Real niggas out the midnight roamin' the streets It's nothin' but real around None of you hoes won't get chance to sleep So close them curtains, and make sure all them doors locked 'Cause when we rush up in that bitch, fool, somebody gon' drop Call the police, motherfucker, we don't give a fuck You better have a cellular phone 'cause all them phone lines is cut Lock your door, a note left on the dresser Face down on the floor is where I left her Changed clothes in the alley, my body was numb Call the Gangsta, yeah, fool, the job is done [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in, damn, mane Them fuckin' niggas done struck again Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (Boy, boy) [Verse 4: Gangsta Blac] Evil all up in my head, put my cousin down to sleep Vietnam, here I come, see if you can deal with me Ana' is in the air, all you smell is the scent of shit (*Gunshots*) To your chest for the fuck of it Pop, I blow, I smoke, I blow, I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I-C, clicked up on your monkey ass Mitchell Heights, B-V-D, L-M-G, and many more S-P-L, might as well get it 'cause you know the score Buck, fuck, stuck with a duck I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness I was a fool 'cause back in school didn't learn shit Totin' a tool, it was a rule in the South, shit B is for Blac, but I be back, with some real shit V is my dog, and he be strapped, with a full clip G-A-N-G-S-T-A comin' from South Parkway Smokin' on a blunt of hay, damn, what another say, bitch [Chorus: V-Dog & Gangsta Blac] V-Dog plus the Gangsta, they kick that bitch in, damn, mane Them fuckin' niggas done struck again Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (Boy, boy) V-Dog plus the Gangsta they kick that bitch in Damn, mane, them fuckin' niggas done struck again Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (B-Boy, boy) Call the police, tell 'em watch your back Call-call the police, ca-call the police Call the police, ca-ca-call the police Call, ca-ca-call the police Call the police, tell 'em watch your back (B-Boy, boy, boy, boy) Call the police (B-Boy, boy, boy, boy) Call the police (B-Boy, boy, boy, boy) Ca-ca-call the police (B-Boy, boy, boy, boy) Call, ca-ca-call the police, call, ca-ca-call the police Call, ca-ca-call the police Call the police, tell 'em watch your back

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Credits

Writers
  • Gangsta Blac
  • V-Dog