Texty:
Crowded House She Called Up

Goodman And he thought my song was on track So two weeks later it was out on wax It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb Up, up, up, up it clim

, they tried to jerk us We blazed they place, long story, Glo' sent my face Got shook, thought a nigga was comin' for the safe Now she breakin', shut up

a crowded place I'd simply walk up and slap you in the fuckin' face Yeah, smack her in the mouth, yo, that'll get her Tell her that she's fat, yeah,

now beating up mom Mom is scared, she doesn't know what to do Her beautiful skin is now black and blue She used to cry, now she's back in the pen A human

Tropay We dipped, used to play for you, even used to pray for you Never that 'cause you wanted to spit in my face It was up up up and away for you I

nasty like a freak Like my ex-17th ward bitch rontinique She used to lick my whole body And she even used to tickle On the real she like her man and she

'm real instrumental I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow Like long fingernails

was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child She had that certain something It was a kind of a flash every time she smiled She'd come

squabbles, never shedded no tears But like an uzi on the mic they call me Tone Capone Slangin' down with your posse, if you're standin' alone Cultivatin' all cities and tearin' up