Funkmaster Flex - Call Me Drag-On Lyrics
[Funk Flex]Ah this shit is ugly right hereBe clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff RydersShout out to Uncle RayNew York City are you *****in ready?!![Drag-On]We gon smoke trees like them legalize itHere's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quickSeen? Long as it's Funkmaster FlexMe don't care if me flunk or pass the testThe pump will take a chunk out ya chestOr rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi testRead my basketball filesThey say I call my nine my tech-nical foulsClubs hand check us nowChicks hand ***** us nowThat's why niggas like ***** us nowI tell a nigga it's not likely that my four is missinSo just lay down and audition for your morticianMake you give that cash upI'll get all twenty of X dogs to get up at yaTrust me them pits'll catch yaMake you spit up ketchup, extraLayin right next toSomebody doorstep messed up, chest upBefore this shit I was a rapperCuz while my face was masked upY'all niggas was wrapped up, act up![HOOK]D-R-A-G dash O-NCall me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines 4X*}(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)[Drag-On]You can see the tears in the eyes of men dieYou can see them ***** with fire all the men frySeen? Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em offShow 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor AlledI give dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a callCause I always stand tall like my brain was in my ballsLook, what the blood clot, love the chicks that ???Wanna see me on they period can't be seriouslyThe last nigga that asked me my name I gave him a bluntAnd told him Drag-On and pass it onI'm 140 so I wear my gun sporty-a
