Lletres:
The Las Callin All

thats it. [Verse 2] They talking ATL, Atlanta Georgia, We the shit, We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Michael Vick They called me mamma boy but now they call

Go deep nigga. You got big feet and big hands Working like you said you can I'm laying here thinking why did I even give you a chance? Nigga making love

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy wrapped all in white linen Wrapped in white linen as

When somebody calls you But nobody calls you And it's me who loves you still And I always will But there are tears all over town Too many tears all

the "The Let's All Call Up AT&T And Protest To The President March." Can you see him smirking and smiling? 'Cause he's got us all digit dialing. So let's all call

this country from all the lies. It's not that I don't love you anymore. It's not that I don't need you anymore. I'm losing all my patience over you. I'm losing all

filet is the fire filet rise from the depth of the underground with the city that killed yourself and they stuck you for being left all round calling all

My eyes drier then a Las Vegas sky It was you, you said that you gonn' do, do What every other man failed to do, do Your just another dropped call

me I pop a watch how quick he call the people on me This is an act and not in it to receive a Tony I'm over here with all the cheese and I don't see