Roscoe - I Call Shots lyrics

[Snoop Dogg] Yeah.. yo wha**up my n***a? It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg And y'know, the streets is a motherf**er 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 motherf**er You know me, Young Got-ti motherf**er I holds the microphone like a grudge In the 'llac laid back, so back the f** 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 gangsta soon as he come in the door He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour He got some Cortez 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, n***as 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 f** 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 n***a 'cross the pelvis My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health I make a n***a murder twenty kids and cap his own self Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle Is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embara** 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 n***a? One less n***a Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest n***a We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical Taking your first-born as collateral! [Kurupt] I call, I call shots round here