Call The Cops Lyrics - Lil' Rob

(Lil' Rob) 

Quando el dia se convierte a noche 

Wacha las chiespas que volan del coche 

Lil' Rob is un locote 

Thought I was done? Fuck no 

I won't let it go 

See I made you what you are putos 

And everybody knows 

Don't try to hide what's so obvious 

Without Lil' Rob around homeboy you got no audience 

Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense 

Not just a little bit but all of it 

Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it? 

Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell some mother fucker 

Check the bar codes the one's that scan but you ain't got those 

Cause they're all mine you cross the wrong line 

I'm an earthquake waiting to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line 

Got some bullets in the cartridge do some damage to your cartilage 

Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete 

Cause you wont shoot shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop 

Click Click thats all you hear is Click Click and no shot 

(Lil' Rob)(Chorus) 

Somebody call the cops 

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop 

Somebody call the cops 

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop 

Somebody call the cops 

Cause Lil' Rob won't stop 

Somebody call the cops 

Somebody call the cops 

(Lil' Rob) 

Hey fat boy you drop something 

A fucking dime you fucking swine 

Rather have my pride than run and hide 

Thought you were a gangster 

Thought you knew the rules 

There's a fork up in your road puto 

Which one you gonna chose? 

Whichever way it is 

Guaranteed your gonna lose 

I know your move before you make it 

Leaving you confused 

How in the fuck do I know what I do 

It's not that hard to find out info 

Cause no one likes you 

Everybody that I talk to 

Wants to see your downfall 

Knocking you out left and right 

And I'm boxing southpaw 

You run cause you're a rat 

Not cause you're an outlaw 

I just can't get over it 

You couldn't be more of a bitch 

Said nobody likes me? Shit 

I don't like nobody 

They're a bunch of backstabbers 

Not to mention whack rappers 

Where's all the real homeboys at? 

I don't see none 

Did you cut your ponytail puto so you could be one? 

Take that mother fucker 

(Lil' Rob) 

Fool you just a phony 

never was a homie 

You are what you eat 

Full of fucking baloney 

Though your name is Tony 

Your no, Tony Montana 

Don't get brave like Atlanta 

Won't exist just like Santa 

I'm not even worried 

About what you might do 

I'll be waiting with a German 

Named G-42 

And that's some heavy artillery 

You think your killing me 

I know your fucking feeling me 

Y saves que puto? 

Let the fucking war begin 

I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win 

Smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth 

Smiling faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you 

What'chu gonna do when your covers blown 

And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and 

Karma comes to get'cha? Karmas just a bitch 

Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!