I Call Shots Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha - Kurupt

(Snoop Dogg) 

Yeah. yo whassup my nigga? 

It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg 

And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker 

D.P.G.C., y'know 

Representin to the fullest, like dat dere 

Y'KNOW! 

(Kurupt) 

Organized madness 

The young Godstra 

Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch! 

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations) 

I call, I call shots round here 

Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here 

Slow down down here, don't make too much noise 

You know who runs the blocks round here 

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(Kurupt) 

Psychosomatic, automatic static 

Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict 

Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center 

In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly 

Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit 

Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls 

Camouflage, on the side of livest 

Bout to put somethin up in that could ride 

It's time for, world war three motherfucker 

You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker 

I holds the microphone like a grudge 

In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up 

This might give you a heart attack 

It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that 

Than that. 

Chorus 

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(Kurupt) 

The tactical acrobatical automatic 

Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided 

Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics 

Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins 

with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?) 

Columbian flake, the top rate 

Irate lost mental state 

Stallion I'm want about a million or more 

of y'all fools to come back and get some more 

You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door 

He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour 

He got some Gortex or some Converse on 

All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor 

You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi 

or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey 

I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid 

Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade 

Persuasion, phase three of the invasion 

I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in 

Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up 

Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough 

to bombard and bogart, spots like these 

Renegade revolutionary infantries 

I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it 

You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us 

Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad 

Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya 

Chorus 

(Roscoe) 

I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper 

Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer 

Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka 

Verbal predator, fake rap attacker 

Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker 

Money makin, we smart like computer hackers 

I came in this game with plans to get it maxed 

And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture 

No escapin without, instantaneous capture 

Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya 

Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin 

Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen 

Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis 

I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis 

My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health 

I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self 

Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle 

is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you 

See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you 

Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you 

Test your chest nigga? One less nigga 

Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga 

We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical 

Taking your first-born as collateral! 

(Kurupt) 

I call, I call shots round here