The Call — текст песни (Code Red f Masta Ace)

{*phone rings*}

[Verse 1]
What up son? I just called up to put you on
Out in New York the same shit is going on
Cops stil bustin` there cats for no reason
Whether in the summer or forty bellow season
Yellow cab`s stil don`t stop for black faces
Fiends stil runnin` the block in crack races
No more Union Square or Lang Corner
club`s now, change everyday like battin order
As far as hip hop out here, you might figure
that every young cat wanna rap just like Jigga
I be richer than Shaquille O`Neal
if I had a dollar for every cat
with a deal that I don`t feel
Labels run to sign these dudes, like track meets
I can`t barely find my binal with Fat Beats
I`m desperate, I`m thinkin` bout calling Nelly up
ever since J called I went belly up

*What?!*

Oh, I ain`t tell you bout the label ??

*Nah*

Yo... they phony.

*Yo what happened man?*

[Verse 2]
I`ma tell you kid, hold it
Long story so I hope you got time
I never got the hear my song on Hot`9
Guess I should have a little more bling on it
maybe I should have got Ashanti to sing on it
My bad to take me so long to get with ya
I`m out here looking for ways to get richer
Some nights I lay awake for ten hours
ever since that shit went down with the twin towers
I really bin` thinkin` bout taking a year off
my bad, I don`t mean to talk your ear off
What`s up with you?

[Chorus]
I just figured I`ll give you a call
see what`s going on and how you been and all
Everything is cool, just doing my thing
next time I`m home I`ll give you a ring

*I`m in the crib...*
*I`m in the crib with a phone to my ear..*

[Verse 3]
Aiyyo wait, so glad you called us
it`s been a minute since we last spoke
I keep in track, I saw your record on the rack do.
Men I`m just trying to stay aflood, doing the backstroke
it`s moving mad slow but it`s time for cash flow
I got a situation doggerty to quick solution
I got an album droppin`and I need some distribution
The times I think of blowing up, it`s just a big illusion
I try to learn it but the business sides has been confusing
It`s like J called, I ain`t try to stay poor
I want a lot of things
that I ain`t had the time to wait for
Like Hot 97, it`s sad but it`s mad funny
Here, all they play is Ja Rule and Cash Money
And gear is not poppin` it off

*What`s you mean??*

[Verse 4]
You wanna cop something hot, you got to shop at the mall
And that`s the shit y`all was rocking last fall
is that small??
Men I had to quit like last fall
It`s a bitch going to class and working a full week
Then at night I do the label thing I`m barely getting sleep
But I stil gotta eat, so instead of rocking beats
I`m what busy laying low, getting do up in these streets
It`s nothing mayor I`ll explain a little later
a couple little hustles just to get a little paper
And this is from the hearth cause we fam like soul food
You all don`t need to take a brake that`s what the game owns you
That thing about the state of hip/hop is so true
An artist that ain`t payed no dues will go to
This fake gangsta image in rap is runnin` rampin`
Men let me calm down before I get off on detention
Yo I gotta bounce I gotta pick Junior Dredd up
Do your thing man and don`t forget keep your head up..

*Aight.. on three..*

[Chorus]
I just figured I`ll give you a call
see what`s going on and how you been and all
Everything is cool, just doing my thing
next time I`m home I`ll give you a ring