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Stick to Your Guns - Can't Call It lyrics
It's ugly, yo
 This that Scott Storch shit
 Sticky Sticky Sticky Fingaz
 Missy Elliott
 This that jungle shit
 [Chorus]
 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
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 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
 [Chorus]
 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?Stick to Your Guns - Can't Call It - http://motolyrics.com/stick-to-your-guns/cant-call-it-lyrics.html
 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
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 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
 [Chorus]
 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









