Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Name Callin', artist - Queen Latifah. Date of issue: 23.09.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Name Callin' |
| 1 — Name callin’hasn’t fallen into what I’m runnin' |
| I wouldn’t dis another sista unless she had it comin' |
| ?? |
| I’m 'bout to catch a charge |
| Bitches that think they hard get snuffed |
| Fuck the bodygaurd |
| They need to shut the fuck up, or step to me All they can do is be mad at me Bitch, don’t threaten me Niggas don’t know I’m nice with these |
| You pay the price with these |
| Come by this pisces, your life cease |
| You couldn’t see my if you looked at my life like Mary |
| Your style is cheesy |
| How you gon’beef? |
| You dairy |
| Better bewarey, cuz if it’s necessary |
| Be shoot the joint, I’ll leave you somethin’for the tooth fairy |
| And all you rappers sellin’more sex than skill, chill |
| I’ll rip your style, all the while keep my sex appeal |
| Don’t get it twisted yo, I never really favored you |
| And I was raised by my niggas from the Flavor U So fuck givin’props where they ain’t due, fuck you |
| And that nigga who wrote the rhyme for you too |
| I got hot, when you play my spot you get laid like rugs |
| And you’ll never be the woman that your father was |
| Stop flirtin’with my last nerve and head south |
| Next bitch say somethin’worse, goin’in your mouth |
| Another bitch after my crown but I don’t hate her |
| Cuz she couldn’t come up if she was gettin’fucked in the elevator |
| What, you thought I wouldn’t check your chin? |
| Though I was your fuckin’friend? |
| See you and speak, tonight all that shit ends |
| Don’t act extra, where you from? |
| High post on low income and then some |
| Ready to leave your gums numb |
| Listenin’to you is like wack sex |
| A premature ejactulation |
| A quickie, that gets me stressed |
| You’re doin’it but it don’t thrill me Bitch, you know you feel me Don’t get scared now, time to face the real me |
| I’m ready to break my foot off in your anal |
| Ready to bring you some pain yo Comin’up with that playdough |
| Style you stole, tried to mix it up and make it blimp |
| Sound like Lauryn, with a dash of Lil’Kim |
| We know bootleg, Korean, coughin', schemin’ho |
| I know it’s bootleg cuz they misspelled misquito |
| What’s worse? |
| Your press-ons, hair or gear? |
| I should buy your contract, put your ass on hold for another year |
| You picked the wrong one, so bring your click |
| Now we can handle this like ladies |
| Or care to smoke other shit |
| Makes ya feel like rappers be on some bandwagon shit |
| But I gets boogie, quick fix with lyrics |
| >From toastin’too many spirits |
| Fuck all these cheesy bum bitches fakin’these riches |
| Niggas representin’for these real live niggas, '96 |
| What the deal? |
| Chicks pimpin’they sex appeal |
| How you feel? |
| (stupid!) |
| Got the still now, dead up in your grill |
| Bout to go up in your raw, so you industry whore |
| Never saw the lights before, now you model and floss |
| Overload your hold on piece, when I rock shit like this |
| You can’t flip, cuz? |
| be gettin’twisted (what?) |
| All that high shit that you be smokin’got you buggin' |
| Think that you could step to my crew? |
| We be nut smugglin' |
| Turnin’rough niggas and the bitch is like what? |