I Call Shots

<br>[Snoop Dogg]<br>Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?<br>It`s the big homeboy Snoop Dogg<br>And y`know, the streets is a motherfucker<br>D.P.G.C., y`know<br>Representin to the fullest, like dat dere<br>Y`KNOW!<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>Organized madness<br>The young Godstra<br>Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations)<br><br>I call, I call shots round here<br>Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here<br>Slow down down here, don`t make too much noise<br>You know who runs the blocks round here<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>Psychosomatic, automatic static<br>Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict<br>Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center<br>In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly<br>Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit<br>Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls<br>Camouflage, on the side of livest<br>Bout to put somethin up in that could ride<br>It`s time for, world war three motherfucker<br>You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker<br>I holds the microphone like a grudge<br>In the `llac laid back, so back the fuck up<br>This might give you a heart attack<br>It`s real simple, can`t get mo` simple than that<br>Than that..<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>The tactical acrobatical automatic<br>Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided<br>Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics<br>Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins<br>with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)<br>Columbian flake, the top rate<br>Irate lost mental state<br>Stallion I`m want about a million or more<br>of y`all fools to come back and get some more<br>You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door<br>He don`t wear Calvin Klein, he won`t wear valour<br>He got some Gortex or some Converse on<br>All-Stars, G`d from the hat to the floor<br>You can miss me, I`m probably chillin up in Mississippi<br>or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey<br>I`m a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid<br>Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade<br>Persuasion, phase three of the invasion<br>I gots to break loose cause I`m feelin caged in<br>Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up<br>Nowadays, niggaz ain`t hard enough<br>to bombard and bogart, spots like these<br>Renegade revolutionary infantries<br>I`ll bet a thousand to one, you`re never gonna make it<br>You`re never gonna get it, y`all can`t fuck wit us<br>Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad<br>Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Roscoe]<br>I`m a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper<br>Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer<br>Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka<br>Verbal predator, fake rap attacker<br>Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker<br>Money makin, we smart like computer hackers<br>I came in this game with plans to get it maxed<br>And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture<br>No escapin without, instantaneous capture<br>Don`t be upset, when me and the homies jack ya<br>Cause we straight jackin, if I say it`s on it`s crackin<br>Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen<br>Swearin y`all can see me but that`s just like seein Elvis<br>I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga `cross the pelvis<br>My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health<br>I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self<br>Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle<br>is horrible yet hysterical the way I`ll embarass you<br>See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you<br>Tough talk, when there`s bullets flyin through the air at you<br>Test your chest nigga? One less nigga<br>Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga<br>We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical<br>Taking your first-born as collateral!<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>I call, I call shots round here