I been hollerin' at you man.
I been tryin' to call you 'bout 3 days
I called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail, over you mamma house.
Your uncle Daryl and I paged Kewan like 3 time,
Ya'll get at me man I just want to holler at
You player, you know I'm out here in Cali just doin it up,
Hangin' out here you know chillin'
Tryin' to do a little tv, you know how I do it,
Rollin' around here in a big body Benz with 2 dollar worth of gas,
Huh who said there wasn't no future in your front
Put it down like dat wit that country grammer right,
I heard about it
Using them words like St. Louis, "hurr" "thurr" puttin'
Them two capital "R" on everything
I feel you on that right, I feel you so just get at me,
So I can do a little something for you
Flip a few things, just call me back what ever,
You can't get me, call on my mammas house
They know how to page me, they'll page me to your number
Then I'll call you back or you can just page my cousin Keith
And he'll call my cousin lil Daryl
Who got my real pager number and then I call you back
On his cell phone, what ever you do player, do it St.Louis style.
Put it down for the STL aight
Now get at me
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"Intro" as written by Mario Winans Christopher Wallace
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