Lyrics:
The Call Piano

call you, ain't no need to call me Bitch your talkin' to yourself when you talk behind the beat Bitch stop callin' me Bitch stop callin' me Bitch stop callin

Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine When it makes us feel better, call it love Call it love, call it love, call it love When it's all you've got, call

From a backwater town in Ohio All the way down to New Orleans Hiding deep in the bayou Waiting on a Northbound river queen For too many years now I've

We gonna Tear it up Stir it up Break it up - Baby - You gotta Tear it up Shake it up Make it up - as you go along. Tear it up Square it up Wake it up

a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano

cause he can back it up Usually I'm humble, right now I don't choose You can leave with me or you could have the blues Some call it arrogant, I call

Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they

know what I want and where I'm wanted" But you came in whistling, "I'll go if you'll go" And I was waiting around to play like an old piano And honey

M-Box, an MPC and your Apple computer's on I've got a 5 dollar microphone I bought from 'GoodGuys' up in LA when Dwele found out that he left his good Mic at home But call