Never Call Me

[Verse 1] Oh boy, I'ma have to call them boys on you Awe damn, awe damn, I'ma have to call that man on you Something, something, something must be really wrong with you Why can't you just tell the fuckin' truth now? Yes your mama did, she raised a fool, wow What the fuck did you learn in that schoolhouse? To chase them thrills , chasin' thrills Takin' pills in the hills, Slauson Hills, Overhills might get you killed Not welcome 'round them parts no more Do not run your mouth no more I can't protect you no more It's out of my hands for sure [Chorus] You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Ohh, you should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Ohh.. [Verse 2] Okay, now you wanna say all that I’ve done to ya You knew all along that I wasn't the one for you So let's stop pretending like we were in love We never shared anything but the drugs We were both numb, never had anything real between us We really must Be smoking that crazy shit, in my city talkin' crazy shit But you ain't know I'm a crazy bitch And tell your lawyer that I ain't paying shit Maybe you should chill, really in your feels My bros really in the field Neighborhood is really real and they don't play that here You shouldn't say that here You should've made it clear, my dear You should've called me [Chorus] You should've called me Why you never call me? Why you never call me? Ohh, you should've called me Why you never call me? Ohh.. You, you, you, you You should've called me You, you, you, you Ohh, oh.. You, you, you, you You should've called me You, you, you, you [Outro: Kurupt] Now hey sis, I'ma let you know like this Hit me right back, this Kurupt, okay? All these niggas with this bullshit, man, fuck these niggas mayne The 60's, we ain't worried bout none of these muthafuckin' bustas Ya understand me? From the Overhill to the fronts to the back mayne We pushin' this line to d'nine So don't worry 'bout none of this shit from this funny ass nigga Don't worry 'bout him callin' you and all the rest of that shit You know what? It's his lost, ya know what I'm sayin'? I'm pretty p'd I heard the homie, the homie called me and was like "Man Jhené trippin, man this buster ass nigga got her mind fucked up" I'm like "No not Jhené" Man fuck that nigga mayne Né-né, you hit me I got you, you understand me? These niggas is busters, fuck that nigga and fuck his friends, and fuck his bitch He's nothin my nigga, you are the one, everybody else is 2's and 3's You're the one, I love you, make sure you hit me back This is your big brother, you hear me? This is Kurupt, Gotti Aye, call me as soon as you get this, you hear me? Don't make me call your mama now, I'll track you down