Atmosphere - They Call It lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement On some gladly-pay-you-Tuesday-for-a-hamburger-today sh**? And don't you love the way you can relate To everything your favourite rapper has to say about your hatred? Get a hobby, now why they wanna watch me In some hotel lobby getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy? Probably never be global like 2Pac But the local boys will beat my sh** hard in their jukebox Sitting here pretending I'm not tipsy Watching over sensitive hippies use my records for they dog Frisbees Be a good little fishy And book me a ticket to your city so your girlfriend will kiss me I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower Make a meal, borrow a towel and take a shower It's called love, in return they make bread Pay dollars, make beds, catch buzz, give head [Hook] They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it They call it hate and I get plenty of it The snakes always wanna put your name where their tongue splits They call it love and I get plenty of it Give hugs to the public, put plugs in the budget They call it hate and I get plenty of it But they know who to call when they want the party jumping [Verse 2] We bust into your system, search through the evidence Opening hoping to find why you love your residence Puts your fists up or put your chips up Advocate, act adult or get your fabric ripped up They said like what? Like they didn't know me Six foot three, ugly mug and a simple flow Like that? Like that! And a bottle of Jimmy Beam Peace, my name is Slug and I'm down with the winning team They wanna k** my steam, I didn't care Just lead me to the Phoebe with the pretty hair Jumping up and down with the pa**ion of a battle Jester of the kingdom, see me mack 'em at the castle Sean is such an a**hole! Nah I'm a dickhead Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead Enjoy me, avoid me, do what you must do But man up and understand why they don't love you [Hook] [Verse 3] Looking through your pinhole, who you gonna insult? Atmosphere get up in here, yeah, where'd your grin go? Got a sock full of nickels and quarters For unsupportive co*k smokers that wanna ripple these waters You hate to love it, keep changing up the subject Still ain't saying nothing, we knew that you would jump ship Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet Cause all you got left in your life is a big 'What if?' No names, this pertains to a flock of you The f** you gonna do when no one's watching you? Sweep up the f**-ups, tighten up the lug nuts Let your world turn with no concern for what Slug does I'm not number one, I'm just my mother's son No regrets, show respect, what's done is done I understand why you're so discouraged Now show your love like it was when you was this moment [Hook] "We may not do this recording again, and maybe not give it to fellas again So we hope you enjoyed listening to this album half as much As we enjoyed playing it for you, cause we had a ball"