Calling Out Names lyrics

by

Xzibit


[Intro]

Sup Fred?
Gangsta sh*t
West Coast...

[Verse 1]
n*ggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaf*ck the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the overview like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and n*gga to blame
And I'mma start callin' y'all b*tch n*ggas by name:
Mothaf*ck D, Mothaf*ck M, only X I know is Xzibit or RBX Extraordinary
Trying to snatch my b*tch
You can have the b*tch
Two b*tches gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a b*tch,,,
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth sh*t
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the n*ggas that represent ya'll ain't sh*t New York
They actin' like a b*tch New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my n*ggas - cool
Def Squad and Def Jam but f*ck Ja Rule,,
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break food
Tryna sign Daz, n*gga Daz'll sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do
Get y'all n*ggas, slap y'all n*ggas like b*tches
Dippin' through the 'hood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new b*tch since my old b*tch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]

*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck all y'all"

[Hook: Kurupt, (Xzibit), [Dr. Dre]]

"It's for my n*ggas and my b*tches
My b*tches and all my n*ggas, my n*ggas and
My b*tches, my b*tches and all my n*ggaaaass!"

Callin' Out Names!

(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

[It's like this and like that!]

(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

[It's like this and like that!]

[Verse 2]
I don't give a f*ck
Catch me in da 'hood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the f*ck out Cuz
Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of y'all n*ggas who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
Kurupt said it mothaf*cka from beginnin' to end
You salamander-ass, caterpillar-ass mothaf*cka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothaf*cka
If it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest
Quoted from my f*ckin' homie X
The Lox y'all my mothaf*ckas, can't forget ya'll
And that's spoken on by the mothaf*ckin Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat di*k, b*tch
I'm Callin Out Names!
f*ck Ruff Ryder
f*ck The Firm
f*ck Belly

Kurupt said it, f*cker

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
n*gga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's 'til the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don't tempt me
I empty out until everything in this mothaf*cka's gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the f*ck you gotta say?
What the f*ck you wanna see? The homie's or my K
I never worry 'bout none of y'all so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we mash to blast and maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane
b*tch n*ggas remember even though the times may change
I won't, Kurupt said it, n*gga, and I'm Callin' Out Names

[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck all y'all"
[Hook: Kurupt, (Xzibit), [Dr. Dre]]

"It's for my n*ggas and my b*tches
My b*tches and all my n*ggas, my n*ggas and
My b*tches, my b*tches and all my n*ggaaaass!"

West Coast! It's about time!

(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

Let's start!

[It's like this and like that!]

Coasta' n*gga!

(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

Holla at'cha boy... On the West Coast... get at me homie!

[It's like this and like that!]

(Now if it wasn't for the West
These rap n*ggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)

[It's like this and like that!]
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