Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Call Tha Gaurds, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 28.07.2003
Song language: English
Call Tha Gaurds |
| I lied when I said you wouldn’t get smoked |
| Eyes examine the barrel as I watch you choke |
| Take a deep breath, cause it’s your last, nigga |
| Got any last words? |
| (Sicx): Fuck that pig, pull the trigga! |
| And that’s a present from me |
| For helping me out the motherfucking penitentiary |
| Label me insane and the dope dealer |
| Now add this to your list: a cop killer |
| You can go on and on, fool |
| But you won’t catch the X when I’m mashin' in the old school |
| Like someone’s pedal mashed to the floor |
| And passed the hundred and flipped back to zero |
| Hit 99 and I’m Southbound |
| 30 miles out to get to Sac-Town |
| I saw a brown Monte Carlo OnStar |
| To hit the sirens, time to ditch this cop car |
| Grabbed the gauge off the dash |
| I said «Get out the shit, or I’m a blast» |
| Nigga didn’t ask no questions |
| I had a gat, so he followed my suggestions |
| Face down, on the concrete |
| All he saw was the streaks that I left in the street |
| Now all I need is a drink |
| But I don’t got no cash, so let me think |
| Will I walk in the store and steal on and shoot the clerk? |
| Fuck it, a beer run that’ll work |
| Got off the freeway, on Foreign Row |
| Food and Liquor Market, here we go |
| (Cashier): Can I see some I.D., please? |
| (X-Raided): Nah, let me get it out the car |
| (Cashier): Uh, can you leave the beer here? |
| (X-Raided): Nah, I’m outta here |
| (Sound of car driving away) |
| (X-Raided): Ha, stupid motherfucker |
| Ice Cube: Never should’ve been let out the penitentiary |
| Eazy-E: Tired of the motherfuckin' jackin' |
| (Repeats Twice) |
| Rolling down Florin with a forty in my lap |
| Gripping a nine, and I’m eager to peel a cap |
| I’m broke and saw a bitch at the bank teller |
| I need some cash, how to get her? |
| Pulled into the lot and found an unlit space |
| I can’t let the bitch see my face |
| So I crept up slow in the dark |
| I said don’t breathe, unless you wanna see my nine spark |
| Just like I thought, the bitch panicked |
| I put the gat to her head, took her cash, and let her have it |
| Watched her body drop, and then I mashed |
| Cellmate reached out his hand and said he wanted half |
| X-Raided just laughed |
| Looked at him crazy, and said you can’t have no cash |
| And then the nigga got mad |
| Whipped out the nine on his ass and went blast |
| Too much cargo in the first place |
| Nigga wasn’t doing shit, but taking up space |
| He was my celly for a year or two |
| So to kill his ass was something I’d been wanting to do |
| He wasn’t nothing but a cracker |
| Doing time in the pen with the Garden Blocc Jacker |
| The motherfucker didn’t know |
| And now he’s dead in the car, fucking with a psycho |
| My dick’s on hard from all the drama |
| So I’m headin' to the garden to fuck my baby’s mama |
| 24, the streets I know well |
| When she see me, she gone be shocked as hell |
| I knocked on the door and she answered it |
| I saw another nigga sitting on the couch and shit |
| I walked in, the nigga tried to act Loc |
| That made my day, another fool I have smoke |
| I let him have it, the nigga straight dropped |
| Then it was time for my bitch to get mobbed |
| I didn’t tripped though, I got my fucking zone |
| Fall asleep, woke up, and the bitch was gone |
| Grabbed the gauge, cause I got a weird vibe |
| Peeped out the window and the cops was outside |
| (Police): «Come out with your hands up!» |
| I said «Fuck you pig, and you can suck my left nut!» |
| Cocked the motherfucking 12-gauge |
| Jumped out the window, and went on a rampage |
| Blasting as I hid behind a car |
| Havin' visions of the mothfuckin' cell bars |
| I’d rather die than go back, so take that, bitch |
| I pulled the trigger and went out like a lunatic |
| Lots of lead from my gauge got discharged |
| They need help so Call Tha Guardz |