Tekst:
Bread Call On Me

call on me. Call on, call on me. When you find that you need to be found, And you start to come looking around You'll come to me call on me. If

out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin' PD call her on the

Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call me

Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward

to the riches) on the road (to the ghetto) on the roooooad (in the project to this bangin instrumental) on the road (ride with me) *yeah on the road

Chimichanga Somebody come scoop his ass, call a coroner I guess that's the way we bread Chemical babies mislead It's spooky out here in the Yay These goblins will get on

hands on I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on Back against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on Diva in the room, she blowin' me

ones who got more than one mouth to feed Gas so high got em' riding on E Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat They can have every last penny on me Me

ones who got more than one mouth to feed Gas so high got em' riding on E Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat They can have every last penny on me Me