Lyrics:
Cell Phone Blues

You were talkin' on that cell phone, driving your Mercedes way too fast All of the sudden there was this dial tone, you hit the pylons on the overpass

The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement

beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm

do look a lot different outside my work clothes I mean we could just go across the street to the park right here Wait, hold up, my cell phone's breakin

tryin' to play the man's role Can't they see us wildin' on the video? Don't they see us in the club swingin' elbows? Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone

Lill Wayne Remix Baby Lean Clap If you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa Cell phone or pager If you bout paper Holla at a holla at

(talking) Okay Hunnie, now the name of the resterant and my cell phone number are on the referigerator. (uh huh) Don't be afraid to call if you need

: hops, weed or cavi Old Mother Hubbard's got a cupboard full of lotto tickets A fat stack from way back cause she's pack rat Mother goose hit me on the cell phone

I just want some, leave me alone I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets Bitch, just leave me to roam Don't call my cell phone, give folk