Never Call Me
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 you just tell the f*ckin’ truth now?
Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow
What the f*ck did you learn in that school house?
To chasin’ thrills, takin’ pills in the hills, Slauson Hills, Overhills might get you killed
And I won’t come ’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
[Chorus]
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?
Wh you never call me?
Ohh..
[Verse 2]
Okay, now you wanna say all that I 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
Smoking that crazy sh*t, in my city talkin’ crazy sh*t
But you ain’t know I’m a crazy b**ch
And tell your lawyer that I ain’t paying sh*t
Maybe you should chill, really in your feels
My bros 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
[Chorus]
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?
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
[Outro: Kurupt]
Now hey sis, I’ma let you know like this
Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay?
All these niggas with this bullsh*t, man, f*ck these niggas mayne
The 60’s, we ain’t worried bout none of these muthaf*ckin’ bustas
Ya understand me? From Overhill to the fronts to the back mayne
We pushin’ this line d’nine
So don’t worry ’bout none of this sh*t from these funny ass niggas
Don’t worry ’bout him callin’ you and all the rest of that sh*t
You know what? It’s his lost, ya know what I’m sayin’?
I’m pretty p’d
I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like
“Man Jhene trippin, man this buster ass nigga got her mind f*cked up”
I’m like “No no Jhene”
Man f*ck that nigga mayne
Nene, you hit me I got you, you understand me?
These niggas is busters, f*ck that nigga and f*ck his friends, and his b**ch
He’s nothin my nigga, you are the one, everyone 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
