Never Call Me (feat. Kurupt)

Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you

Awe damn, awe damn

I'ma have to call that man on you

Something, something, something must be really wrong with you

Why can't you just tell the fuckin' truth now?

Yes, ya mama did

She raised a fool, wow

What the fuck did you learn in that school house?

To chase them thrills

Chasin' thrills

Takin' pills

In the hills

Slauson Hills

Overhills

Might get you killed

Not welcome 'round them parts no more

Do not run your mouth no more

I can't protect you no more

It's out of my hands, for sure

You should've called me

Why you never call me?

Why you never call me?

Ohh, you should've called me

Why you never call me?

Why you never call me?

Ohh

Okay, now you wanna say all that I've done to ya

You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you

So let's stop pretending like we were in love

We never shared anything but the drugs

We were both numb

Never had anything real between us

We really must

Be smoking that crazy shit

In my city, talkin' crazy shit

But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch

And tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit

Maybe you should chill

Really in your feels

My bros is really in the field

Neighborhood is really real

And they don't play that here

You shouldn't say that here

You should've made it clear, my dear

You should've called me

You should've called me

Why you never call me?

Why you never call me?

Ohh, you should've called me

Why you never call me?

Why you never call me?

Ohh

You, you, you, you

You should've called me

You, you, you, you

Ohh, oh

You, you, you, you

You should've called me

You, you, you, you

Now hey sis, I'ma let you know like this

Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay?

All these **** with this bullshit, man, fuck these ****, mayne

The 60's, we ain't worried bout none of these motherfuckin' busters

Ya understand me? From the Overhill to the fronts to the back, mayne

We pushin' this line to d'nine

So don't worry 'bout none of this shit from these funny ass ****

Don't worry 'bout him callin' you and all the rest of that shit

You know what? It's his loss, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Im pretty p'd

I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like

"Man, Jhené trippin', man, this buster ass **** got her mind fucked up"

I'm like, "No, not Jhené"

Man, fuck that ****, mayne

Néné, you hit me I got you, you understand me?

These **** is busters, fuck that ****, and fuck his friends, and fuck his bitch

He's nothin', my ****, you are the one, everybody else is 2's and 3's

You're the one, I love you, make sure you hit me back

This is your big brother, you hear me?

This is Kurupt, Gotti

Aye, call me as soon as you get this, you hear me?

Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down