Текст песни Code Red f Masta Ace - The Call
Code Red f Masta Ace - The Call слова песни
{*phone rings*}[Verse 1]What up son? I just called up to put you onOut in New York the same shit is going onCops stil bustin` there cats for no reasonWhether in the summer or forty bellow seasonYellow cab`s stil don`t stop for black facesFiends stil runnin` the block in crack racesNo more Union Square or Lang Cornerclub`s now, change everyday like battin orderAs far as hip hop out here, you might figurethat every young cat wanna rap just like JiggaI be richer than Shaquille O`Nealif I had a dollar for every catwith a deal that I don`t feelLabels run to sign these dudes, like track meetsI can`t barely find my binal with Fat BeatsI`m desperate, I`m thinkin` bout calling Nelly upever since J called I went belly up*What?!*Oh, I ain`t tell you bout the label ??*Nah*Yo... they phony.*Yo what happened man?*[Verse 2]I`ma tell you kid, hold itLong story so I hope you got timeI never got the hear my song on Hot`9Guess I should have a little more bling on itmaybe I should have got Ashanti to sing on itMy bad to take me so long to get with yaI`m out here looking for ways to get richerSome nights I lay awake for ten hoursever since that shit went down with the twin towersI really bin` thinkin` bout taking a year offmy bad, I don`t mean to talk your ear offWhat`s up with you?[Chorus]I just figured I`ll give you a callsee what`s going on and how you been and allEverything is cool, just doing my thingnext time I`m home I`ll give you a ring*I`m in the crib...**I`m in the crib with a phone to my ear..*[Verse 3]Aiyyo wait, so glad you called usit`s been a minute since we last spokeI keep in track, I saw your record on the rack do.Men I`m just trying to stay aflood, doing the backstrokeit`s moving mad slow but it`s time for cash flowI got a situation doggerty to quick solutionI got an album droppin`and I need some distributionThe times I think of blowing up, it`s just a big illusionI try to learn it but the business sides has been confusingIt`s like J called, I ain`t try to stay poorI want a lot of thingsthat I ain`t had the time to wait forLike Hot 97, it`s sad but it`s mad funnyHere, all they play is Ja Rule and Cash MoneyAnd gear is not poppin` it off*What`s you mean??*[Verse 4]You wanna cop something hot, you got to shop at the mallAnd that`s the shit y`all was rocking last fallis that small??Men I had to quit like last fallIt`s a bitch going to class and working a full weekThen at night I do the label thing I`m barely getting sleepBut I stil gotta eat, so instead of rocking beatsI`m what busy laying low, getting do up in these streetsIt`s nothing mayor I`ll explain a little latera couple little hustles just to get a little paperAnd this is from the hearth cause we fam like soul foodYou all don`t need to take a brake that`s what the game owns youThat thing about the state of hip/hop is so trueAn artist that ain`t payed no dues will go toThis fake gangsta image in rap is runnin` rampin`Men let me calm down before I get off on detentionYo I gotta bounce I gotta pick Junior Dredd upDo your thing man and don`t forget keep your head up..*Aight.. on three..*[Chorus]I just figured I`ll give you a callsee what`s going on and how you been and allEverything is cool, just doing my thingnext time I`m home I`ll give you a ring