Call Me Drag-on Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 4: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

[Funk Flex] 

Ah this shit is ugly right here 

Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders 

Shout out to Uncle Ray 

New York City are you fuckin ready?!! 

[Drag-On] 

We gon smoke trees like them legalize it 

Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick 

Seen? Long as it's Funkmaster Flex 

Me don't care if me flunk or pass the test 

The pump will take a chunk out ya chest 

Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi test 

Read my basketball files 

They say I call my nine my tech-nical fouls 

Clubs hand check us now 

Chicks hand fuck us now 

That's why niggas like fuck us now 

I tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missin 

So just lay down and audition for your mortician 

Make you give that cash up 

I'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at ya 

Trust me them pits'll catch ya 

Make you spit up ketchup, extra 

Layin right next to 

Somebody doorstep messed up, chest up 

Before this shit I was a rapper 

'cause while my face was masked up 

Y'all niggas was wrapped up, act up! 

[HOOK] 

D-R-A-G dash O-N 

Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*} 

(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)