Artist：ludacris

Songs Title：call up the homies

I just touched down in killa Cali

Strapped up my boots

Got scooped up by Game

So I hopped up in the coupe

Gaah What up ni**a

What the hell is goin on

I'm tryin to ease back

And get my head in the zone

Where the fk you tryin to go

Ni**a this yo city

Anywhere I'm just tryin to see some a** and titties

So full mash the gas

The night is young

All bull sh*t aside

I'm tryin to have some fun

Hit the hop in Lakewood

Or ride down Slawson

Or to Casino

They say it's just like Compton

Really doesn't matter

Long as shots don't ring out

Ni**a I stay strapped

I don't wanna pull the thing out

Well keep the heat heat

Right up under the seat

And let's roll to Roscoe's

And grab somethin to eat

But check ya rear view mirror

I swear somebody's following

Rollin in that dark blue

SS Impala and

All up on tha bumpa

Man I'm just sayin

Tell me you know this ni**a

Naw they betta stop playin

He sped up around

And drove right in front of us

Could be one time

Just tryin to bust one of us

Till he smashed the brakes

And we almost hit him

Throwin signs out the window

Like something was wrong with him

Before we jump out

And get ready to clown

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Keep one eye open

Cause the streets don't sleep

If the streets get hungry

Then the streets gon eat

That's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Call up the homies

It's about to go down

Yeah call up the homies

It about to go down

Yeah that's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

（The Game） 2

Somebody tell Luda

I'm on the way now

Aight just stepped one size 12

Air force one in the A-town

And you know where I'm headed

To the Lennox Mall

To get it done head to toe

N W A style

Do it then Keep it gangsta

From the waist down

And this chrome tre pound

Got me feelin

Atlanta brave now

Right disturbin the peace

I'll let the lead spray

I'm startin to love this place

They even got red clay

Okay hit a different

Strip club everyday

And I don't make it rain

It's a hurricane on the way

And I got

The A-town pump

It'll make ya whole body

Do the A-town stomp

Then it's off

To the waffle house

And pancake mix

Ain't the only thing

Coming out of mouth

And the 42 D's

Coming out her blouse

So baby daddy coming in

Game get out the house

Keep one eye open

Cause the streets don't sleep

If the streets get hungry

Then the streets gon eat

That's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Call up the homies

It's about to go down

Yeah call up the homies

It about to go down

Yeah that's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Yeah I'm in a real life movie

So this is take 3

Where Luda step foot

Out in Phoenix AZ

Super Bowl super hoes

Drivers on stroll

So I put the call in

To Willie Northpole

Big homie I got ya

Stick to ya like a cactus

Welcome to tha bird city

Cris take off ya jacket

I know you kind of used to

Big bootys in the club

But ain't nothing wrong

To have a little salsa in ya blood

I see a couple thugs

With some b**ch Tennessees

My town but

I still got Phoenix enemies

Haters wanna stop em

And I really wanna pop em

But it's hard to fight back

When you got an album droppin

Connect We in south Phoenix

Ni**a Africa bang

Matter fact Cris

Tuck in ya Africa chain

Cause I see some ni**a staring at us

With a lame frown

I'm a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Keep one eye open

Cause the streets don't sleep

If the streets get hungry

Then the streets gon eat

That's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down

Call up the homies

It's about to go down

Yeah call up the homies

It about to go down

Yeah that's why I keep some heat

And a couple of rounds

Ni**a call up the homies

It's about to go down