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Stop Calling - Terrace Martin



     
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Well, I'ma tell you straight up, homeboy 'cause it's a cold world
Your wife, I call her, "Oh girl" her head makes my toes curl
And she awfully thick, help me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be like, "Get the fuck off me bitch"
If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids 'cause that last abortion
That was my kid, that's right but that I ain't followin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swallowin'
But once in a while I dive in it, that car you bought
I be drivin' it, head while I'm drivin' it
Said you like to lay up dog and play footsies
She need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies
She said you gotta get drunk and I could fuck her better sober
You get twenty grams and think you fuckin' Erick Sosa
You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton

Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I love you, I swear to God we'll go to counselin'"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kill you like American Beauty Killa
'Cause you a motherfuckin' rest haven
I put a gun to her head, paint a picture like Wes Craven
Ya chest achin' 'cause I'm very blunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Jeulz in her guts
Dog, you fell in love wit a slut, what
Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my life, that's my wife I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
Aiyyo, what's up with my girl, that's my world?
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, oh no, she a slut, she a freak
Aiyoo, you gonna call me back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more about his fuckin' ho
Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on Camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Tell you about ya ho, she's a bitch
Came right between her lips
You thinkin' I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, please stop callin' niggaz, phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we boned her back in
You's a creep and all do is use your freak
And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you actin' like you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin' hard on the other line, dyin' to push me
Crime, crime, sip fine wine, puff lime, lime
Laughin' at the bitch on Primetime
Me and Killa for reala, all of the sudden you wanna be a gorilla
Nigga please, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothin' but a sucka for love
She got you thinkin' it's love, hit her on the sink, in the tub
A little head crack, while a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya bitch could do
She did shit to us, she never did to you
That ho, mad psychical, cheesy bitch
Yo, give me the motherfuckin' phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga comin' around here
Dialin' my number, how the fuck he get the
Listen nigga, ya bitch ain't shit anyway
Her pussy no quality and how the fuck you gonna
Motherfuckin' take this ho to the hotel?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You talkin' about, "Oh I wanna soak ya feet, baby
I had a long day, I wanna make you feel right"
She just got finished soakin' my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, oh, let me take her out Benihama's
Oh, let me get some from Dolce and Gabanna
Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho
She fucked me off my man deal
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin' get her some shit
I left this dick in this bitch
All my niggaz got ya ho, you talkin' 'bout
She tellin' me, you talkin' about
It just slide right in right now
You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no
Not ya dick, ya whole fist
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this bitch?

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Over the last decade few people have put so much time and energy into the culture they love. Beginning his career as a rapper and producer, Terrace Martin has lent his skills to artists such as Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, Lalah Hathaway, Raphael Saadiq, Charlie Wilson, Stevie Wonder, and the legendary Emotions, just to name a few. Martins big break came when he produced a Power 106 radio drop with Snoop Dogg. Shattering the acknowledged rules of hip-hop production, he samples everything from funk to jazz to classical to create fresh and original tracks. His wildly imaginative productions have made him one of the most sought after upcoming producers on the streets of Los Angeles. Born to father, a jazz drummer and mother, a singer, Martin's birthright was music. Growing up listening to everyone from Coltrane to Parliament, he began playing the piano at the age of six. Producing his first tracks on his Casio CZ101 Keyboard and an Sp1200, Martin decided to broaden his musicality and picked up the saxophone. At Locke High, under the auspices of Reggie Andrews, Martin became first chair of the All-State jazz band. As a child prodigy, Martin gained the interest of talk show host Jay Leno, who presented him with a scholarship and later purchased his first professional horn. Not only did Hollywood elite recognize Martin but also world-renowned jazz musician, Billy Higgins, who later made Martin a member of his World Stage All-Stars. Fresh out of high school, Martin attended Cal-Arts but decided school wasnt for him and began touring with Puff Daddy and gospels own Gods Property. From jazz to hip-hop, Martins role models include Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Jackie McLean, John Coltrane, Herbie Hancock, Sonny Stitt, Grover Washington, Jr., Dr. Dre, DJ Quik, Battlecat, Premier, Pete Rock, and 1580 K-Day. Martin says, "I started producing hip-hop tracks because it was the music of my time, but I never lost my love for jazz."

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