Any Give Sunday baby Oww! Yo, yo, yo Oh
zigi-zigi Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh oh
Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi:
Oh you 'pose to be the man now Cause you got
cars, you got houses You got yachts, you got
diamonds You got it all Oh you livin' large
right, heh Well let me ask one thing When you go
broke When you go broke I bet those same friends
yo don't mess with you no more Here we go uh
I was there when no one knew your name I was
there when you blew up, got large And had all the
fame Now look how you do, uh I was there when
everything had changed You think you the shit
Big star on top of your game
Now who you gonna call When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you
call when you ain't got no friends hanging with
you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you
gonna call When nothing's right Will you call
when your ass go broke? Will you call when you
ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you
ain't that hot no more
Uh I was there when you was hooked on weed I
gave you dough, mo dough You don't know to supply
your need What's it gon' be (uh) I was there I
was the air you breathe Until you became a big
star No need for me
Now who you gonna call When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke? Will you
call when you ain't got no friends hanging with
you? And you ain't that hot no more Now who you
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gonna call When nothing's right Will you call
when your ass go broke? Will you call when you
ain't got no friends hanging with you? And you
ain't that hot no more
Uh do you Call when you fall boy Call when you
ain't got boy They don't wanna roll with you
They don't think you hot boy What happened to you
boy? You are just a no-boy Now you have no joy
Here we go
What happened to your Benz man? What happened to
your rocks? Six shots that you pop in your
bitches man Now your name is like shit stink You
let the fame maintain You done blew out your
brains man What happened to your diamond rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga switch a lane
Beep, beep to your feet man You's a jeep man
With no friends and no game man There he is, uh
When nothing's right Will you call when your ass
go broke? Will you call when you ain't got no
friends hanging with you? And you ain't that hot
no more Now who you gonna call When nothing's
right Will you call when your ass go broke? Will
you call when you ain't got no friends hanging
with you? And you ain't that hot no more
Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh Yo who you
gonna call when your ass go broke Them same
friends who don't fuck wit you no more Who you
gonna call, yo who you gon, who you gonna call
Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call
Heh-heh, where all your friends now? Where your
homies now? When you was on top of your game
Everybody wanted to hang around, huh Heh, heh but
now that your ass gone broke Your same friends
don't want to fuck wit' you no more Who you gonna
call huh? You better understand reality baby
Never let the fame blow your brain, heh Yo, yo,
yo, oh-zigi-zigi Never let the fame blow your
brain Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh Never let the fame
blow your brain Here we go, uh And my choir
sing, heh Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the
violins And the trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww! |