Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(The projects 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
Heavy big weights, we move in states

(The called 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

Jackie Jasper with drugs, sellin' for the thugs
A bag of and twenty butt 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 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 belt around my waist like Bookmen, dont ask my

dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors
Smokin glass wit coleslaw out ya ass
a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a nymphomaniac
Diggin up corpse, Im a

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

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

Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello
Five-O rollin in a Pinto 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 called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states
(Let's 'em)