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Lil' Zane - Callin' Me lyrics
I live the life of a celebrity A made nigga way bigga than them other cats you love to see Lil Zane(112) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Can I talk to you for a minute It's like I been doin a lot of interviews Just people be callin' my name everywhere.."Hey Zane!" (haha) See what I mean Come on [Lil Zane] I live the life of a celebrity I made nigga way bigga than them other cats you love to see I'm getting paid like I'm 'posed to My homies call me on my mobile wanna hang we still close too I switched positions with them po' cats I write raps, make millions like that I like that (Hey, yeah) and I never was a rich man A rubber band for a wrist band Got dough and had to switch plans Drama still don't stop The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches wantin' autographed pictures(ooh) They want my name tatooed on 'em Thinkin for a minute hit that ass, make a move on 'em Hey! Hennessey with the Chadonnay, mix it I put the trees in that garsay, twist it(whoa, yeah) A true playa smokin purple hair Two shots in the air for my true thugs out there (This life I live of mine) (Chorus)[112] This life I live of mine(yeah) This life is crazy(so crazy) I waste no time at all(ahuh) They won't stop callin' me(callin me) This life I live of mine(yeah) This life is crazy(yeah,ahuh) I waste no time at all They won't stop callin' me(ugh) Callin' me, callin' me, callin' me,(Hey Lil' Zane) say my name Callin' me, callin' me, callin' me,(Hey Lil' Zane) say my name [Lil Zane] Let me explain what the game like I did a show in California had to be in Las Vegas the same night Me and 112 on the same flight niggaz tired It aint easy bein' worldwide(worldwide, worldwide, worldwide) I seen murder come with fame in this rap game Gotta stay strapped if you rap so I pack thangs All my niggaz pack thangs And plus we love to ball Don't want no problem with you homie I mean none at all(not at all) And to my rich cats with them big faced bills in the air My po' cats sell more sex to you there Love being millionaires Been all around the world Turned the squares into true players Cheap watches turn to cartiers Loafers turn to gators Point 3's turn to 5 C's all these car keys Jump in the Benz hit the shot bar(This life I live) You know they love to see a hot star (Chorus)[112] And for my dogs I ain't seen in a while I still got love for y'all Ain't got a chance to return your call I'm in Chicago I'm getting paid man bigga figa's everywhere that I go I'm still hearin' about drama poppin' in the hood Heard that ya nigga's doing good and I like that Irv said niggaz got the block locked He tell me K and Big Chris ridin' drop tops Flossin' I'm gettin' letters from my fans hard to write back Put a fly picture in the mail, hope they like that Prayin' that the fame don't kill us all The magazines to the big screens It ain't easy as the shit seems Throwin' up my deuces as I pass by Showin' love to the Southside all the playas outside And we gon' spend G's tonight Hotel's on me the shit free tonight C'mon Chorus 3x |
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