| Song | Can't Call It |
| Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
| Album | Decade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| It's ugly, yo | |
| This that | |
| Scott Storch shit | |
| Sticky Sticky | |
| Sticky Fingaz | |
| Missy Elliott, this that jungle shit | |
| Why I always see you up in the club? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it | |
| I got a big flamethrower, big | |
| Range Rover | |
| And when we come to a party you know the thing over | |
| Blaow, shorty seem to just come to us | |
| And wit that bangin' ass body you know what we be doin' | |
| Word up, air it out, just give it to us | |
| We ain't takin' advantage, they said they wanna do it | |
| I gave drunk dick to her | |
| You could ask her later what the | |
| Remi did to her | |
| Like yo, when you hit them back four walls | |
| Them back four walls make you collapse on all fours | |
| Backslidin' and grindin', furniture gon' fall | |
| Rough sex in the bed, baby we could brawl, now | |
| Ma, what you got in that denim? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you always lookin' at women? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why if niggaz ballin' you wit 'em? | |
| I can't call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it | |
| You like your ass better in thongs? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you never wearin' a bra? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why I always see you wit stars? | |
| I can't call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it | |
| I'm lookin' at this girl, lookin' at my women | |
| It's lookin' like she givin' us signals to come wit her | |
| Not sayin' she | |
| Dyke but look kinda bully | |
| I'm just sayin' some women today prefer women | |
| Ain't nothin' changed | |
| I'm the same crook | |
| Tryna floss while | |
| I'm around get ya chain took | |
| I snatch rocks and when | |
| I'm horny, | |
| I snatch women | |
| While them bitches runnin' away | |
| I'm just playin' wit 'em | |
| I'm eatin' you, you givin' me head | |
| When I blessed your bed when | |
| I spread your legs | |
| While you moanin' and groanin' | |
| I'm hittin' that ass | |
| Wifeys, mothers and daughters be strippin' for cash, now | |
| Why you always up in the club? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can't call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can't call it |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| It' s ugly, yo | |
| This that | |
| Scott Storch shit | |
| Sticky Sticky | |
| Sticky Fingaz | |
| Missy Elliott, this that jungle shit | |
| Why I always see you up in the club? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| I got a big flamethrower, big | |
| Range Rover | |
| And when we come to a party you know the thing over | |
| Blaow, shorty seem to just come to us | |
| And wit that bangin' ass body you know what we be doin' | |
| Word up, air it out, just give it to us | |
| We ain' t takin' advantage, they said they wanna do it | |
| I gave drunk dick to her | |
| You could ask her later what the | |
| Remi did to her | |
| Like yo, when you hit them back four walls | |
| Them back four walls make you collapse on all fours | |
| Backslidin' and grindin', furniture gon' fall | |
| Rough sex in the bed, baby we could brawl, now | |
| Ma, what you got in that denim? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always lookin' at women? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why if niggaz ballin' you wit ' em? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| You like your ass better in thongs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you never wearin' a bra? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why I always see you wit stars? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| I' m lookin' at this girl, lookin' at my women | |
| It' s lookin' like she givin' us signals to come wit her | |
| Not sayin' she | |
| Dyke but look kinda bully | |
| I' m just sayin' some women today prefer women | |
| Ain' t nothin' changed | |
| I' m the same crook | |
| Tryna floss while | |
| I' m around get ya chain took | |
| I snatch rocks and when | |
| I' m horny, | |
| I snatch women | |
| While them bitches runnin' away | |
| I' m just playin' wit ' em | |
| I' m eatin' you, you givin' me head | |
| When I blessed your bed when | |
| I spread your legs | |
| While you moanin' and groanin' | |
| I' m hittin' that ass | |
| Wifeys, mothers and daughters be strippin' for cash, now | |
| Why you always up in the club? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| It' s ugly, yo | |
| This that | |
| Scott Storch shit | |
| Sticky Sticky | |
| Sticky Fingaz | |
| Missy Elliott, this that jungle shit | |
| Why I always see you up in the club? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| I got a big flamethrower, big | |
| Range Rover | |
| And when we come to a party you know the thing over | |
| Blaow, shorty seem to just come to us | |
| And wit that bangin' ass body you know what we be doin' | |
| Word up, air it out, just give it to us | |
| We ain' t takin' advantage, they said they wanna do it | |
| I gave drunk dick to her | |
| You could ask her later what the | |
| Remi did to her | |
| Like yo, when you hit them back four walls | |
| Them back four walls make you collapse on all fours | |
| Backslidin' and grindin', furniture gon' fall | |
| Rough sex in the bed, baby we could brawl, now | |
| Ma, what you got in that denim? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always lookin' at women? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why if niggaz ballin' you wit ' em? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| You like your ass better in thongs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you never wearin' a bra? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why I always see you wit stars? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| What is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| I' m lookin' at this girl, lookin' at my women | |
| It' s lookin' like she givin' us signals to come wit her | |
| Not sayin' she | |
| Dyke but look kinda bully | |
| I' m just sayin' some women today prefer women | |
| Ain' t nothin' changed | |
| I' m the same crook | |
| Tryna floss while | |
| I' m around get ya chain took | |
| I snatch rocks and when | |
| I' m horny, | |
| I snatch women | |
| While them bitches runnin' away | |
| I' m just playin' wit ' em | |
| I' m eatin' you, you givin' me head | |
| When I blessed your bed when | |
| I spread your legs | |
| While you moanin' and groanin' | |
| I' m hittin' that ass | |
| Wifeys, mothers and daughters be strippin' for cash, now | |
| Why you always up in the club? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why niggaz be showin' you love? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you skate in nothin' less than dubs? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you always got on somethin' tight? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why you only come out at the night? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Why your clothes always so high priced? | |
| I can' t call it | |
| Yo, what is about you ma? | |
| I can' t call it |