Call on me, call on me, call on me, call on me I'll be by your side to keep you satisfied I want to keep you satisfied Call on me, call on me call on
Übersetzung: Bad Company. Call On Me.
Call on me, call on me Call on me, call on me I'll be by your side To keep you satisfied I want to keep you satisfied Call on me, call on me Call on
re seeing a true friend in me we where meant to be [Ice-T] Dear Homie, you used to call me O.G. Now ya really gotta look up to me Cos the place I'
hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only
High off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we major We major (come on, homie, we major) [repeat] Feeling better than some head on
they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol, for the
a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me
Me Yesaday I Was The Freshes Nigga In The Country Bad Hoes Hunt Me They Follow Me On Sunday The Rape Me On Monday And They Blow The Cush ? Tuesday
belong with a fucked up interest rate [Chorus x2:] [Parrish Smith sample:] Music Please, music please [Color Me Bad Sample:] "Why you treat me so bad
: [INTRO] Excuse me Due to the fact you spend sleepless nights in the company of no one Holding on to a pillow, waiting for a phone call from your man
Same song, call it the beer song Fuckas, the beer song Same ol' song, same song, call it the beer song Same ol' song, same song, call it the beer song
like Barry Bonds on anything that RZA throw [Ghostface Killah:] On anything that RZA throw, Ironman's invisible I left my chick for cheating on me, now
dougie trucks sittin too next to yo buggy chorus x2 swizz beats verse dont even call me swizz no more call me kaseem dean ? when i come thru hit
m hopin', you're seeing a true friend in me We were meant to be Dear homie, you used to call me O.G Now ya really gotta look up to me 'Cos the place
guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop
bitch Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me
it on me In the back of your black limousine We got the time for a little bit of luxury You're paying for my company, babe When you're paying for my company
