Lyrics Stop Callin' - Messy Marv, E-40

Stop Callin'

Big head bitch
Ooh, take a nigga head for me
Ooh, I know you was the head of yo' class
I ride through the town bitch grippin' on grain
Showing my young niggas havin' money ain’t a thang
You see the diamonds on my chain, ho it ain’t nuthin'
I’m riding in my big thang, sittin' on buddens
She from the south side, want me to ride her through the west
Get the syrup, dick her down, and put the 'dro on her chest
Some bitch ass nigga keep blowin' up the phone
Callin' 'n' callin' won’t leave the bitch alone
He in love with the bitch, I’m just tryna check dome
Skeet of in her mouth mayn, and send a bitch home
Lil Wayne said it ain’t trickin' if you got it
I could have a million dollars and then steal a bitch wallet
Shit I’m from the underworld, nigga I’m a pimp
My truck gettin' chopped mayn shmokin' on hemp
Talkin on my next tail, the bitch know I’m ballin'
She let the phone ring, and the nigga keep callin'
I’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains
And the phone be like
We can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed
The phone be like
Real niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'
The phone be like
She can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick
You keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like
I represent the K.O.alition, bitch I’m havin' money
Nine Fifty in my mouth, but now, I don’t act funny
Why you keep callin' nigga?
You stressed out?
While she sittin' off in suckin' dick stretched out
I’m just dealin' with her mouth, nigga it’s all gravy
Worry 'bout them other gangstas that fuckin' yo' ol' lady
I can’t even shine out and pop a bottle of cryst
Without this nigga harassin' and callin' a bitch
See Mess keep it PI, and nigga y’all fuck
You faker than the stones that’s on yo' pimp cup
You playin' with the game and Don Juan should slap you
Or have the gangstas from Chicago, pop you and kidnap you
These bitches wanna fuck 'cause I’m sittin' on cheese
And the paint look wet, plus it’s sittin' on sprees
Talkin' on my next tail, the bitch know I’m ballin'
She just let the phone, and the nigga keep callin'
I’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains
And the phone be like
We can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed
The phone be like
Real niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'
The phone be like
She can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick
You keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like
Man that bitch don’t love you, she just used to ya
As a matter of fact she usin' ya
Haven’t you noticed how she fucked up different (Different)
Haven’t you noticed the new positions she be comin' with lately
I taught her that, Maybe If you wasn’t such a marshmallow
The broad would respect you
Instead of suckin' and fuckin' 'n' screwin' another fella
I’m just tryna teach her right from wrong
I be with her when you call on the phone, I’m a monster (Monster)
See there’s a difference between me and you, I’m a savage
And you so blind you can’t see it, can’t tell a lettuce from a cabbage (Cabbage)
You’s a mothafuckin' goofy, she say you don’t even like to fuck
All you want to do is eat her coochie (Eat her coochie)
I don’t be knowin' what the fuck be wrong with these suckas mayn (Uh)
You suckas be on some sucka shit mayn, they do for real
Stop sendin' all them flowers and baloons, trick (Baloons trick)
And don’t be tryin' to check me nigga, check yo' bitch (Check yo biatch)
I’m grippin' on grain, checkin' face bitch givin' me brains
And the phone be like
We can’t smoke no trees, the bitch is tryin' roll the weed
The phone be like
Real niggas do it movin', look I don’t know what y’all be doin'
The phone be like
She can’t talk, she got her mouth on my dick
You keep callin' 'n' shit but the phone be like
I’ve been out here two damn hours
I can see lights and shit goin' on and off
Shadows
Hey I know that ain’t the damn TV man
Somebody up there I just seen the curtains shut
I know something’s going on man mothafuckas ain’t got automatic godamn shut
Move your goddamn car!
Man I said I was leavin' man alright, I know somebody here!
This bitch better pick up the phone man, shit!
Tired of this shit man!
We are unavailable to take your call, please leave a message, thank you for
calling
Nigga spent all my money, I ain’t got the goddamn…
Bitch where the fuck is you?
I’m outside sitting down the curtains open and shuttin'
I don’t know where the fuck you at I done bought all this shit that’s non
refundable
I-I don’t know what the hell you doin' I’m tired of this shit bitch
You better give me a call back soon as you get…
You know what?
I’m sorry.
I-I-I didn’t mean to go off on you like that
C’mon baby just, jus-jus-just pick up the phone and give me a call, please?
Uh.
It might be something really wrong.
I-I'm sorrry
I’m just getting beside myself, It’s cold outside
I just miss you, I just miss you baby, please
Please