Never Call Me

Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you
 Awe damn, awe damn, I'ma have to call that man on you
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 Something, something, something must be really wrong with you
 Why can you just tell the fuckin' truth now?
 Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow
 What the fuck did you learn in that school house?
 To chasin' thrills, takin' pills in the hills
 Slauson Hills, Overhills might get you killed
 And I won't come 'round them parts no more
 Do not run your mouth no more
 I can't protect you no more
 It's out of my hands for sure
 You should've called me
 Why you never call me?
 Why you never call me?
 Oh oh oh oh oh, you should've called me
 Why you never call me?
 Why you never call me?
 Oh oh oh oh oh
 Okay, now you wanna say all that I done to ya
 You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you
 
 So let's stop pretending like we were in love
 We never shared anything but the drugs
 We were both numb, never had anything real between us
 We really must
 Smoking that crazy shit, in my city talkin' crazy shit
 But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch
 And tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit
 Maybe you should chill, really in your feels
 My bro's is really in the field
 Neighborhood is really real and they don't play that here
 You shouldn't say that here
 You should've made it clear, my dear
 You should've called me
 You should've called me
 Why you never call me?
 Why you never call me?
 Oh oh oh oh oh, you should've called me
 Why you never call me?
 Why you never call me?
 Oh oh oh oh oh
 You, you, you, you
 You should've called me
 You, you, you, you
 Oh oh oh oh oh
 You, you, you, you
 You should've called me
 You, you, you, you
 Now hey sis, I'ma let you know like this
 Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay?
 All these niggas with this bullshit, man, fuck these niggas mayne
 The 60's, we ain't worried bout none of these muthafuckin' bustas
 Ya understand me?
 From the Overhill to the fronts to the back mayne
 We pushin' this line to d'nine
 So don't worry 'bout none of this shit from this funny ass nigga
 Don't worry 'bout him callin' you and all the rest of that shit
 You know what? It's his lost, ya know what I'm sayin'?
 I'm pretty p'd
 I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like: Man Jhene trippin, man this buster ass nigga got her mind fucked up
 I'm like: No not Jhené
 Man fuck that nigga mayne
 Né-né, you hit me I got you, you understand me?
 These niggas is busters, fuck that nigga and fuck his friends, and his bitch
 He's nothin' my nigga, you are the one, everyone else is 2's and 3's
 You're the one, I love you, make sure you hit me back
 This is your big brother, you hear me?
 This is Kurupt, Gotti
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 Aye, call me as soon as you get this, you hear me?
 Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down