Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya
With that on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya curls, man?
good

I seen yall this on cops, man
They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and
should stay low
Gene called, he five dollars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(The called 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 move in alternate

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

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

Jackie Jasper illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, 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 juice and Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Barbie

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

Bodies dead, flavors, behaviors
Smokin glass wit 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 that bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'
Connivin', arrivin', hearse its even
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil

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

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

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 states

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

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