Stop Calling lyrics

by

JAY-Z


[Intro: Cam'ron]
Yo, pass me that phone
Hello?
Yo, yo, do I speak to Cam?
f*ck is this, B? State your name
Yo, yo, ayo
Yo, you don't know me or nothing like that though, dog
You know what I'm sayin'?
I keep it gully, though, and sh*t like that though, dog
But I'm tryna— know what I mean—
Hold up, hold up, hold up, calm down, man
You keep it gully and all this, what's going on, fam?
What's your name, man?
Doggy, doggy, doggy you don't know me, doggy
n*ggas— n*ggas saying you f*cking my girl and sh*t, you know what I'm saying?
My n*gga Gutter told me and sh*t, dog
I'm tryna find out, though, what's popping and sh*t, man, word up
Y'all n*ggas f*cking my girl y'all n*ggas better tell me—
Tell me or something, B, word up
Tell Mya, and tell you— you— calm—
You not even talking right, dog
I mean, who's your girl?
Yo doggy, yo doggy, you playing games?
You playing games, doggy?
When I catch you, doggy, it ain't gonna be so f*cking funny, doggy
Y'all n*ggas think this all sweet, right?
Y'all runnin' 'round f*cking n*gga's girl like that's the sh*t to do
That sh*t ain't gully, doggy, I'ma catch you, word up—
n*ggas is f*cking crazy, B (This n*gga got the nerve to hang—)
Hello? (Yo, dog, yo, dog, ooh)
I f*ckin' wanna know, you f*ck my girl, dog?
It's only right, dog
That's all I wanna know, dog
They tellin 'me the b*tch a freak and you f*cked her, dog (Uh)
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her old girl, her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the f*ck off me b*tch"
If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by Cupid, stupid, why you do it? Why be bothered?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise, kid, open your eyelids
'Cause that last abortion, that was my kid
That's right, but, that I ain't following
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowing
But once in a while I dive in it
That car you bought, I be driving it, head while I'm driving it
Said you like to lay up dog, and play footsies
She need a n*gga with Timbs, gats and straight hoodies

[Interlude: Cam'ron]
Yo, I got Timbs, dog
Yo dog, what else she be saying, dog? (Huh, well, huh)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
She said you gotta get drunk and I could f*ck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you f*cking Erick Sosa
You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sitting
Then she bouncing in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counseling"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit her booty
Have her wanting to kill you like American Beauty, Killa
'Cause you a motherf*cking rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest aching 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt wanna cherry pump
Extra kid, a extra check every month
She giving Jimmy head, Juelz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love with a sl*t, what?
[Chorus: Cam'ron]
Ayo, what's up with my girl? That's my world (Killa, she a sl*t ho)
That's my life, that's my wife, I love her (Uh-oh)
Oh no, oh God
Ayo, what's up with my girl? That's my world (She a sl*t ho)
That's my life, that's my wife, I love her (Uh-oh)
Oh no, she a sl*t, she a freak

[Interlude: Cam'ron & McGruff]
Ayo, dog, you gon' call back, right?
Matter of fact I ain't even do ya b*tch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man 'Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, 'Gruff, tell this n*gga 'bout his f*cking ho (Ayo)

[Verse 3: McGruff]
Me and Cam caught her on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O, tell you 'bout your ho
She's a b*tch, came right between her lips
You thinking I'm fronting? She got a birthmark between her tits
And, money, please stop calling n*ggas phones harassing
She come home, don't wanna f*ck, we boned her back in
You's a creep and all do is use your freak
And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Ayo, you acting like you wan' die over pus*y
I ain't gon' front, I was hazed up, high in the pus*y
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buying the pus*y
Breathing hard on the other line, dying to push me
Crime-crime, sip fine wine, puff lime-lime
Laughing at the b*tch on Primetime, me and Killa for reala
All of the sudden you wan' be a guerilla
n*gga, please, I'm quick to put three in a n*gga
You ain't nothing but a sucka for love
She got you thinking it's love, hit her on the sink and the tub
A little head crack while a n*gga drinking a bub'
You be surprised what ya b*tch could do
She did sh*t to us she never did to you, that ho mad physical
[Outro: Freekey Zekey & McGruff]
Yo, give me the motherf*cking phone, n*gga (Cheesy b*tch)
This stupid-ass n*gga coming around here
Dialing my number, how the f*ck he get the—
Listen, n*gga
Your b*tch ain't sh*t anyway, her pus*y low-quality
And how the f*ck you gon' motherf*ckin' take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat backshots
You talking about "Oh, I wanna soak your feet, baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"
She just got finished soaking my di*k in her mouth, n*gga
You put time in this ho, "Oh, let me take her out Benihana's
Oh, let me get somethin' from Dolce & Gabbana"
Motherf*cker, I don't even know your ho
She f*cked me off my man deal
f*ck is wrong with you, n*gga?
You runnin' 'round trying get her some sh*t
I left my di*k in this b*tch
All my n*ggas got your ho, you taking 'bout
She telling me, you talking 'bout
"It just slide right in right now"
You know why? Big ol' di*ks up in her, n*gga
f*ck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' b*tch ain't sh*t, n*gga
I done brought her to my house, f*cked her
"Ooh, put it in my ass
No, no, no, no not the di*k, your whole fist"
I turned around, my pop's di*k in her mouth
What's going on with this b*tch?
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