Letras:
T O K Call On Me

[Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that s-t'll kill me

Coolin' in my crib, cold video dubbin' FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin' They call that shit a crime? Yo, that shit's a joke Hit record on my dope remote

call before me, now give me Yo L O R D, you gunz done block scared me You all be smokin' Bob Marley, soft nigga Harvey Stress me, wanna step in me Test

stop me smoke Try to tell me, K to your throat Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE Loving this weed smoke [KRAYZIE BONE] Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin

blinded Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me Just like mike everybody wanna be me Study every movie nigga makin' on TV Easy does it, do it

Dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me I'm illie, C3

music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey Streets of Brooklyn and ain't

6-O's in traffic Im pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one

you L.O.V.E ride with me (ride with me) smoke with me (smoke with me) baby take a drink with me (drink with me) anything that you need is on me sorry