Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you them rollers in ya hair
With plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya curls, man?
Look

I seen this mornin' on cops, man
They had yall pictures, all ya and everythin'
Yall should low
Gene called, he five dollars

focus behind ya neck
Cant reflex with text on your lyrical
Stop the masses, the fastest
Afro jerry world, get ignited re-invited
On your main sources the Enforcers

Sub-machines your Liberace pianos
Free style ambulances out your new dances
While yall cant rap we your Ampex
We have protective custody, got face disgustin me

With animal like instincts, I a dead gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap with Black & Decker machines
Alternate scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your wipers
Make you eat your own feces, sell your

Pull out colon, leave your glands swollen
Uncircumcised between moms thighs
Thats right, with a like Michael Myers
I clip the ears off bodyguards with some bloody pliers

to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert
While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin'
Leave on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell those

Arms for three days, three legs
In the back yall get the back heat
With the department scared to look at my apartment

Three weeks ago I a bag of legs with beer kegs
Went to and bought a six pack and some eggs
Seen my face in the with a beard, went home and shaved
out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the grave

Drinkin yoo-hoos and nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts
Walkin in rooms like the black Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps Iancide
You run and hide, handicap no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move in alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

Jackie with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty plugs, Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, Colombo, who done it?
it and Ill revolve it and hold it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio
Ratio fa sho, why I die
I live comatose tomato and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Coast

chicks licks black holes, French expose
Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her
I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen
With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, ask my neighbors

Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors,
glass wit coleslaw hangin out ya ass
Take a blast, Im travelin fast, a nymphomaniac
Diggin up corpse, Im a

Gettin' my chick in an up-smack
Had head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', hearse its even
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil

As Stella Steven retreatin youre beatin, dead puss
can smell from here to hell
A gladiator wit tights disco lights
a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda
Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named

Call Macero, call Dan-O, Cello
Five-O rollin in a from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro
Believe me, hoe, I Curtis the blow

The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states
(Let's 'em)