?ha, doesn?t really matter who you are No fame, money, trust See it's callin' See it's callin' It's callin' See it?s callin? down I hear you callin'
Übersetzung: Addiction Crew. Callin '.
[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli] See it's coming, it's callin' D'ya wonder planet's callin' revenge Look up overthere what a grey sky Comin'atcha
Look, me and my clique all ex-drug addicts And we got big money spending habits All got trucks and cars made by caddy And all got a bad girl that call
be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable, a partyin' addict They said no fightin' in the club so I brought me a 'matic Coughin' the static, I jump niggas, call
see (??) who be unlucky G, my lifestyle is unstable, a partyin addict, they said no fightin in the club so I brought me a matic, coughin the static, I jump nigga's call
Slow motion girl when my car ride by I'm on that pancake and syrup I'm on that pancake and syrup I love gettin high you can call me an addict Cause that
She only loves my cash flow, long dough The false love of a pimp and a hoe But me and her gotta job to do Get this luggage back to the crew She got scanner
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fuckin' house Grab your backstreet friend and get
makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and [unverified] crew
Makin' money make the world go round When it stack up it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose'll get the bitch loose And after the crew
slow motion girl when my car ride by Im on that pancake and syrup Im on that pancake and syrup I love gettin high you can call me an addict Cause that
't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind Do they call
true what they tellin' me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you widdit Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? Addicted
This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef Whattup X? I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly Rush me, 'cause you
through them skandalouz eyes My sister precious in poverty Plus I knew she was a freak bitch so why should it bother me? I'd probably be sprung, addicted
murderers Still G's and never C's Careful of what the jaw breakers Paper chase, parole piss test takers To make us all the roof makers Playas, best to keep your crew
