Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep rollers in ya hair
that plastic on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls,
Look

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

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

spray your Liberace pianos
Free style ring out your new dances
yall cant rap we took your Ampex
We have protective custody, got face disgustin me

With animal like instincts, I left a gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap jeans with & Decker machines
Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Wrap
Put diapers on your windshield wipers
Make you eat your own feces, your [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

Drinkin and dough nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts
Walkin in hospital rooms like the Dr. Dooom
Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the like Iancide
You run and hide, with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you

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

(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 move in states

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

Jackie Jasper with drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and butt plugs, Persian rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who it?
Solve it and Ill revolve it and it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate
(Let's 'em)