Call the Cops

[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Don't you dare stare, you better move

'Cause it might go blaow (Uh)

How-how ya like me now? (Uh)

Rocking my peers, putting suckers in fear

Wrecking shop, when I drop

These lyrics that'll make you call the cops

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops

[Verse 1: Demrick & B-Real]

Let that shots off quick, get your whole squad lit

Hold the ground hostage, jump up in a mosh pit

Hardcore hip-hop, not for your Tik-Toks

Four albums here, 'bout to hit you with a fist shot

Knock 'em unconscious

Fuck around and find out I ain't fucking with the nonsense

Kill 'em at the concert, came, saw, conquered

Taking out your roster, hit 'em like a mossberg, blaow

So let me show you all how you prosp up

First it started off with the bitches seeing rock stars

Spitting hot bars, setting fire to a cop car

Let the motherfucker burn brass like a stock car

Calling authority, more to be spit morbidly

Killing for sport, quarterly

Sorted these bitches, war with me (Uh)

Normally, orally I'm killing these bitches mortally (Blaow)

Formally, no informally, killer of those boring me

[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Don't you dare stare, you better move

'Cause it might go blaow (Uh)

How-how ya like me now? (Uh)

Rocking my peers, putting suckers in fear

Wrecking shop, when I drop

These lyrics that'll make you call the cops (Whoop, whoop)

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops (Whoop, whoop)

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops

[Verse 2: Xzibit & LL Cool J]

Now when the man rolls through, all the bullshit's stopping

Locked up in the air like a Chevrolet hopping

Got a satellite view of the worst, I'll kill you first

Welcome to the turf, greatest show on earth

I see you came to a fork in the road, I unload

Buckshot, got you looking like a QR code

Hunt down foes, they fold, make them implode

Billionaire submarine on the ocean floor

Now, don't you dare stare, you better move

I do my own stunts like Tom Cruise

I'm on a streak, dying, strictly booze and dog food

The West on my back like my tat from cartoon

Hit them with a little bit of venom, let the rhythm hit them

Get them, got to go up in them

Trigger like a mechanism, educated, never regulated

Staying medicated, dedicated, tatted on my face like it's gang related

[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Don't you dare stare, you better move

'Cause it might go blaow (Uh)

How-how ya like me now? (Uh)

Rocking my peers, putting suckers in fear

Wrecking shop, when I drop

These lyrics that'll make you call the cops

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops

Drop lyrics that'll make you call the cops