Ah, will you forgive me I'm calling, I'm calling your name Ah, should've never done that Ah, why did I do that I'm calling, I'm calling your name
Übersetzung: E-Type. Calling Your Name.
me? I'm calling, I'm calling your name Ah, should've never done that Ah, why do I do that? Will you forgive me? I'm calling, I'm calling your name Where
me? I'm calling, I'm calling your name Ah, should've never done that Ah, why do I do that? Will you forgive me? I'm calling, I'm calling your name
I don't abide and that's why I yell, B-E-N-Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B-E-N-Z we Roll around the corner with the F-O-R-
With starwriters like I fucked Celine Dion Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond We airin' niggas out that's the type shit that we on Official Wu-Tang headbanger Flood your
a move on your mom's crib Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your
You know who the culprit, sure enough The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy Switch the game
western funk, and I'm the best biatch The K to the I to the chrome D's I'm the Grand Marquees sippin O-E Pimpin Rock, it's my name, my game Servin you
you see My tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabulary I'm the type you just sit back and listen when I've heard enough of your shit I take your mind
can rattle yours, ask for more The more the Marry (merry) get your raps divorced Slice like a razor blade, mix tape brigade Raps erase ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call
the rest learn? Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none Everything cool until that heat come Just call my name, and I'll be
you don't be a player no more Like the same thing said Eat your hoe Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice And the fame going in
your winky pee-pee That's me I am the one that kicked your daddy in your nuts That's why your mental state was fucked before you hit your mama's guts
before any nigga rag on your hood I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me wit them Truest at the beginnin, and truer when it's do to your end I'm just
: [X] C'mon [E] Xzibit! [X] Yeah.. [E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part
t be stopped By who you run with your click Or the Btich ass cops Xzibits' first LP It hit your black like crack rock I'm blowin' up your spot by remote