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Last Call (Letra)

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Intro: Bartender and J-Ro

Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, you’re through!

{J-Ro} Ay bartendah! Bartender!
{Bart} Yo whassup man?
{J-Ro} Ay man, man let me get a… rummmmm an coke
{Bart} Yo man don’t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?
{J-Ro} Ay just let me get one more man
{Bart} Yo man I’m lookin out for you man, it’s your life
{J-Ro} Man I’ll hop over this motherfucker and get my OWN damn drink

Hey niggy, what time it is…

Verse One: Tash

It’s time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few MC’s up
Another rough cut, from the crew that won’t ease up
The Alkaholik click, AKA the forty downers
Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can’t fade the Cisco
I’m from the old school but I never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha Liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the side
And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And I’m about to flip, but first I’m bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts
That’s why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts

Verse Two: J-Ro

I push one two’s when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven’t heard the news I’ve been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
on the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the K’s for, they don’t mean nothin
["K’s for the way my dee-jay’s kuttin" — Schoolly D, P.S.K.]

Chorus: Tash, group

Last call y’all {call y’all}
Call y’all {call y’all}
{Last call, for alcohol}
Last call y’all {call y’all}
Call y’all {call y’all}
{Last call, for alcohol}

[J-Ro] Yeah… word
[Tash] Alkaholik style nigga

Verse Three: E-Swift

Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all y’all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man Morris Day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the, down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto’
And you don’t stop {don’t stop} and you don’t quit {don’t quit}
Unless you’re in the studio making wack shit

Chorus

[J-Ro] Yeah… that nigga Squid is in the house

Verse Four: J-Ro

I got a forty-four Mag with the clip (with a clip)
So MC’s watch your lip, cause I’m shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like Oprah, in tight jeans do
and splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
It’s crazy, a few MC’s amaze me
With this Alkie style of rock, Mr. Spock couldn’t phase me
Rhymin pays me, but I do it anyway
Many say, AY, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty J
I’m so cool I drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it’s like Jordan all alone
We slam, competition, scram damn
Can we get along? Nope.
Switchblade to the throat to MC’s who ain’t dope
Call me J-Ro the clepto, cuz I’m stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

Verse Five: Tash

Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle
It’s just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def Jam Comedy, raps that make me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup
Cuz I’m about to act up, I couldn’t kick a verse
J-Ro say he Got It Bad, so that mean I got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the West coast

Chorus

[J-Ro] Uhh… damn it feels like my bones is rattling
Uhh ohhh shit! I’m outta here…

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of Jones to kiss my ass

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Last Call (Letra)

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He was sick of it all
Asleep at home
Told you off and goodbye
Well you know one day it’ll come to haunt you
That you didn’t tell him quite the truth
You’re a crisis
You’re a icicle
You’re a tongueless talker
You don’t care what you say
You’re a jaywalker and you just just walk away
And that’s all you do
The clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
Made him ownder who he thought that he knew
Last call
He was sick of it all
The endless stream of reminders
Made him so sick of you sick of you sick of you
Sick for your sound
Sick of you coming around
Trying to crawl under my skin
When i already shed my best defense
It comes out all around that you won
And i think i’m all done
You can switch me off safely
While i’m lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me
Yeah yeah you’re still here but just check to make sure
All you aspired to do was endure
You can’t ask for more ask for none
Knowing you’ll never get that which you ask for
So you cast your shadow everywhere like the man in the moon
You start to drink you just want to continue
It’ll all be yester year soon
You start to drink you just want to continue
It’ll all be yester year soon
Church bells and now i’m awake and i guess it must be some kind of
Holiday
I can’t seen to join in the celebration
But i’ll go to the service
And i’ll go to pray
And i’ll sing the praises of my maker’s name
Like i was as good as she made me
And i wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me
I’m lying here waiting for sleep to one take me

Last Call (Letra)

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You said, "don’t wait up, don’t count the minutes."
So here i am watching paint fade from the walls.
On the tv, planes are dancing to the national anthem,
So the whole world knows it’s long past last call.

I sat through tarzan swinging through the jungle,
And godzilla crushing buildings and all.
The light from this tv can make it all look so easy.
It makes this room feel incredibly small.

Last call, last call.
Now i’ve heard it all.
The excuses get weaker as the stories get tall.
You step off with the wrong foot, the drunk fool at the ball.
Well, i’m not up for dancing.
I’m up past last call.

Clock keeps on talkin’.
It says, "fool go to bed —
Why waste the words, they’ve already been said."
But i can’t shut my eyes with this face in my head,
So tonight i plan on clearing my mind.

I could lay my head in the arms of the sofa,
And wait for headlights to roll across these walls.
But when your key finds the door, your feet find the floor,
They’ll be greeted by empty rooms and empty halls.

Last Call (Letra)

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Hello, grab your bag and let’s go.
More out of place than anything you know.
Like an opera at a disco.
When all you wanted was a rock show tonight.
These lights, are they hanging in the distance?
Did they glimmer for an instant?
When they’re shining do you feel alright?
Know love, you were looking good tonight.

This is the last call
Too long to list it.
Please don’t you miss it.
Don’t give up and let them hold you down when they tell you no.
We could burn this town.

Scream, waking from a bad dream.
Don’t think anything is what it seems.
Can’t you figure out what this means?
Don’t sit back and keep your hands clean today.
We’ll say maybe we can find a new way.
Or great another great cliche.
Storms are coming, why don’t we play?
Instead of sitting, dancing in the rain today.

So long, they tried to tell you that you don’t belong.
So, I guess we’ll have to prove them wrong.
Pretty soon we’ll hear them sing a long.
Ain’t it funny that it’s our song? So long.

Last Call (Letra)

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Intro: bartender and j-ro

Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, you’re through!

{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!
{bart} yo whassup man?
{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a… rummmmm an coke
{bart} yo man don’t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?
{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man
{bart} yo man i’m lookin out for you man, it’s your life
{j-ro} man i’ll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink

Hey niggy, what time it is…

Verse one: tash

It’s time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc’s up
Another rough cut, from the crew that won’t ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive cuz i might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can’t fade the cisco
I’m from the old school but i never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the side
And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And i’m about to flip, but first i’m bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that i was savin for the trip
Back to the lab cuz all i do is bang cuts
That’s why i hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts

Verse two: j-ro

I push one two’s when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven’t heard the news i’ve been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
On the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the k’s for, they don’t mean nothin
["k’s for the way my dee-jay’s kuttin" — schoolly d, p.s.k.]

Chorus: tash, group

Last call y’all {call y’all}
Call y’all {call y’all}
{last call, for alcohol}
Last call y’all {call y’all}
Call y’all {call y’all}
{last call, for alcohol}

[j-ro] yeah… word
[tash] alkaholik style nigga

Verse three: e-swift

Uh, i be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all y’all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man morris day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the, down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto’
And you don’t stop {don’t stop} and you don’t quit {don’t quit}
Unless you’re in the studio making wack shit

Chorus

[j-ro] yeah… that nigga squid is in the house

Verse four: j-ro

I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)
So mc’s watch your lip, cause i’m shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
It’s crazy, a few mc’s amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn’t phase me
Rhymin pays me, but i do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
I’m so cool i drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it’s like jordan all alone
We slam, competition, scram damn
Can we get along? nope.
Switchblade to the throat to mc’s who ain’t dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, cuz i’m stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw

Verse five: tash

Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle
It’s just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup
Cuz i’m about to act up, i couldn’t kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean i got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast

Chorus

[j-ro] uhh… damn it feels like my bones is rattling
Uhh ohhh shit! i’m outta here…

Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass

Last Call (Letra)

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[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
(that’s right)
So i need your name and your number
(yo, yo)
Before the night is through

[tash]
Y’all wanna talk about drinking?
I took a drink, took a swallow
Left the champagne bottle hollow
Passed my keys to lil’ talo
Can’t crash the el dorado
You know how it go
When you sipping on mo’
You be tore up from the floor up
And you don’t even know

[xzibit]
I had the bartender set up three shots
I knocked ‘em back
Nitrate over the track
The whole crowd reacted
From right here through the ??
Baby relax you’re rolling with me
It’s mister a through x to the z

[sfp]
Going out with my friends
To celebrate the weekend
I hope the club is jumping
So i can find a little something
Wanna get my drink on
Wanna get my freak on
I’m gonna try to come on
Before the night is over

1 ?[all]
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through
Last call for alcohol
The club is almost closed
So i need your name and your number
Before the night is through

[sfp]
Checkin’ for the sisters
Flossin’ the prada
Dolce gabana baby can i holla?
You know i’m peepin’ at’cha
Hoping i can catch ya
I wanna get at’cha
Can we dance before the night is over?
Come on, oh

Repeat 1

[sfp]
This round is on me
Champagne and hennesy
I got chips just get what’chu like
Next round is on you
Tequila shots and brew
I’m getting faded yo
Cause i didn’t drive

[tash](xzibit)
It’s last call y’all so all y’all
It’s time to pull your money out
Come through, post up
Peepin’ all the honeys out
Smoke fest, guinness out
Got your homies passing out
(party down baby)
You know what x and ca-tash about

[xzibit]
Yo i stay with it
While you perpetrate and try to play with it
Something people with the all chrome
Custom fitted whatever you want
From the car straight to the bar
We’re the la guns holding hennesy for everyone

Repeat 1 till end

Last Call (Letra)

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[Intro: Jay-Z (Kanye)]
[laughing]
Yo fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit. Muh’fucker
Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room
‘Cause they don’t fucking..

(I’d like to propose a toast)
(I said toast motherfucker)

[Chorus: Kanye]
And I am
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the..
So get your ass up off the wall

[Verse 1]
The all around the world Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain’t nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin’ all the good beats for himself
Rocafella’s only niggaz that help
My money was thinner than Sean Paul’s goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bourgie, he big-headed
Won’t you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I’ll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It’s funny how wasn’t nobody interested
‘Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes sir
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes sir
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
But all they got left is this guy called West
Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def
Call him Kwa-lI or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I’m the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh
It come out sweeter than old Sadie
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl he had with him – ass coulda won the horse awards
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
I’m almost reignin’
Some say he arrogant. Can y’all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y’all played him
Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin’ to shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn’t rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas, so they say that I’m gassed
But without it I’d be last, so I ought to laugh
So I don’t listen to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggaz wear suits ‘cause you can’t dress no more
You can’t say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I was just on tour, nigga
I’m Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain’t play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars
I went to the malls and I balled too hard
‘Oh my god, is that a black card?’
I turned around and replied, why yes but I prefer the term
African American Express
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I’ve been up to
Killin y’all niggaz on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

[Chorus]
"… last call for alcohol, for my niggaz"

[Outro]
So this A&R over at Rocafella, named Hiphop
picked the Truth beat for Beanie. And I was in the session with him
I had my demo with me. You know, like I always do
I play the songs, he’s like "Who that spittin?"
I’m like "It’s me." He’s like "Oh, well okay."
Uhh, he started talkin to me on the phone
going back and forth, just askin me to send him beats
And I’m thinking he’s trying to get into managing producers
cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was messin with
And um, he was friends with my mentor, No ID
And No ID told him, "look man, you wanna mess with Kanye
you need to tell him that you like the way he rap"
[No ID:] "Yo, you wanna sign him, tell him you like how he rap"
I was all, I dunno if he was gassin’ me or not
but he’s like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer
[Hiphop:] "I’ll sign you as a producer and a rapper",
I’m like oh shit
I was messin with, uh, D-Dot also
People were like this, started talking about the Ghost production
But that’s how I got in the game. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be here
So you know. After they picked that Truth beat
I was figuring I was gonna do some more work
But shit just went poppin off like that. I was stayin in Chicago
I had my own apartment. I be doin’ like, just beats for local acts
just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy
get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something
or get a TechnoMarine, that’s what we wore back then
I made this one beat where I sped up this Hal Melville sample
I played it for Hip over the phone, he’s like "oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin, called The Dynasty."
And at that time, like the drums really weren’t soundin’ right to me
so I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that time
and really I just, like picked the drums off Xxplosive and put it like
with it sped up, sampled, and now it’s kind of like my whole style
when it started, when he rapped on ‘This Can’t be Life.’
And that was like, really the first beat of that kind that was on the Dynasty album
I could say that was the, the resurgence of this whole sound
You know, I got to come in and track the beat, and at the time
I was still with my other management. I really wanted to roll with
Hiphop. ‘Cause I, I just needed some fresh air, you know what I’m
sayin, ‘cause I been there for a while, I appreciated what they did
for me, but, you know there’s a time in every man’s life where he
gotta make a change, try to move up to the next level. And that day I
came and I tracked the beat and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said, "oh
you a real soulful dude" [Jay-Z: "you a real soulful dude"]. And he
uh, played the song ‘cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
to the studio, you know how he do it, one take. And he said
[Jay-Z:] "check this out, tell me what you think of this, right here"
"tell me what you think of this." And I heard it, and I was thinking
like, man, I really wanted more like of the simple type Jay-Z, I ain’t
want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the, in my
personal opinion. So he asked me, "what you think of it?"
[Jay-Z:] "so what you thinkin?"
And I was like, "man that shit tite,"
you know what I’m sayin’, man what I’ma tell him? I was on the train
man, you know. So after that I went back home. And man I’m, I’m just
in Chicago, I’m trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got
acts I’m trying to get on, and like there wasn’t nothin really like
poppin’ off the way it should have been. One of my homeys that was one
of my artists, he got signed. But it was supposed to really go through
my production company, but he ended up going straight with the
company. So, like I’m just straight holdin’ the phone, gettin’ the bad
news that dude was tryin’ to leave my company. And I got evicted at
the same time. So I went down and tracked the beats from him, I took
that money, came back, packed all my shit up in a U-Haul, maybe about
ten days before I had to actually get out. So I ain’t have to deal
with the landlord ‘cause he’s a jerk. Me and my mother drove to
[Mother:] "Come on, let’s just go"
Newark, New Jersey. I hadn’t even seen my apartment.
I remember I pulled up
[Mother:] "Kanye, baby, we’re here",
I unpacked all my shit. You know, we went to Ikea, I bought a
bed, I put the bed together myself. I loaded up all my equipment, and
the first beat I made was, uh, ‘Heart of the City.’
And Beans was still working on his album at that time, so I came up
there to Baseline, it was Beans’ birthday, matter of fact, and I
played like seven beats. And, you know I could see he’s in the zone
he already had the beats that he wanted, I did nothing like already at
that time. But then Jay walked in. I remember he had a GuccI bucket
hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday. And Hiphop said
"yo play that one beat for him." And I played ‘Heart of the City.’ And
really I made ‘Heart of the City,’ I really wanted to give that beat to DMX.
[Hiphop:] "No I think Jay gon’ like this one right here".
And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that
GuccI bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of
them faces like ‘OOOOOOOOOOH.’ Two days later I’m in Baseline and I seen
Dame. Dame didn’t know who I was and I was like "yo what’s up I’m Kanye."
[Dame:] "Yo, you that kid, Kanye?"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay?
Yo, this nigga got classics"
[Dame:] "Jay got classics, G."
You know I ain’t talkin shit.
I’m like "oh shit." And all this time I’m starstruck, man. I’m
still thinking ‘bout, you know I’m picturing these niggaz on the show
The Streets is Watching, I’m lookin, these were superstars in my
eyes. And they still are, you know. So, Jay came in and he spit all
these songs like in one day, and in two days… I gotta bring up one
thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the ‘Can’t be
Life’ beat on track, I remember Lenny S, he had some Louis Vuitton
sneakers on, he think he fly. And Hiphop was there, I think Tata, John
Minnelli, a bunch of people. I didn’t know all these people at the
time they was in the room, and I said, "yo Jay I could rap." And I
spit this rap that said, uh "I’m killin y’all niggaz on that lyrical
shit. Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips." And I saw his
eyes light up when I said that line. But you know the West, the rap
was like real wack and shit, so that’s all the response.
He said "man that was tite."
[Jay-Z:] "That, that was cool. That was hot."
That was it. You know, I ain’t get no deal then, hehe.
Okay, fast forward.
So, Blueprint, H to the Izzo, my first hit single. And I just
took that proudly, built relationships with people. My relationship
with KwelI I think was one of the best ones to ever happen to my
career as a rapper. Because, you know, of course later he allowed me
to go on tour with him. Man, I appre– I love him for that. And at
this time, you know I didn’t have a deal, I had songs, and I had
relationships with all these A&R’s, and they wanted beats from me, so
they’d call me up, I’d play them some beats. "Gimme a beat that sound
like Jay-Z." You know, they dick riders. Whatever. So I’ll play them
these post-Blueprint beats or whatever and then I’ll play my shit. I’ll
be like, "yo but I rap too." Hey, I guess they was lookin’ at me crazy
‘cause you know, ‘cause I ain’t have a jersey on or whatever
Everybody out there listen here. I played them ‘Jesus Walks’ and they
didn’t sign me. You know what happened, it was some A&R’s that fucked
with me though, but then like the heads, it’d be somebody at the
company that’ll say "naw." Like, Dave LottI fucked with me, my
nigga Mel brought me to a bunch of labels. Jessica Rivera, man
[Jessica:] "Man, you niggaz is stupid if y’all don’t sign Kanye, for real."
I’m not gonna say nothin to mess my promotion up
"Y’all niggaz is stupid". Let’s just say I didn’t get my deal.
The nigga that was behind me, I mean,
he wasn’t even a nigga, you know?
The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol
Records. He wanted to sign me really bad.
[Joe:] "We gonna change the game, buddy."
Dame was like, "yo you got a deal with Capitol,
okay man, just make sure it’s not wack."
[Dame:] "you gotta make sure it’s not wack."
Then one day I just went ahead and played it, I wanted to
play some songs, ‘cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and
Dame was in the room. So I played… actually it’s a song that you’ll
never hear, but maybe I might use it. So, it’s called ‘Wow.’
"I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow."
Like the chorus went. Don’t bite that chorus, I might still use it. So
I play that song for him, and he’s like "oh shit"
[Dame:] "Oh shit it’s not even wack."
"I ain’t gonna front, it’s kinda hot."
[Dame:] "it’s actually kinda hot."
Like they still weren’t looking at me
like a rapper. And I’m sure Dame figured, ‘like man. If he do a whole
album, if his raps is wack at least we can throw Cam on every song and
save the album, you know. So uh Dame took me into the office, and he’s
like "yo man, we, we on a brick, we on a brick"
[Dame:] "you don’t wanna catch a brick"
You gotta be under an umbrella, you’ll get rained on.
I told Hiphop and Hiphop was all, "oh, word?" Actually, even with
that I was still about to take the deal with Capitol ‘cause it was
already on the table and ‘cause of my relationship with 3H. That, you
know, ‘cause I told him I was gonna do it, and I’m a man of my word, I
was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do. Then, you know, I’m
not gonna name no names, but people told me, "oh he’s just a producer
rapper" and told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol, and right–
the day I’m talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do
man, I had picked out clothes, I already started booking studio
sessions, I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes
man I was ready to go. And they had Mel call me, they said
"yo… Capitol pulled on the deal"
[Mel:] "Yo, Capitol pulled out on the deal."
And, you know I told them that Rocafella was interested
and I don’t know if they thought that was just something I was saying
to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever. I went up… I
called G, I said, "man, you think we could still get that deal with Rocafella?"

Last Call (Letra)

Katy Perry

Katy Perry

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Hello, hello
I’m searchin’ for a man
With love filled eyes
And them healing hands

Hello, hello
I’ve been waiting for so long
Don’t disconnect me
‘Cause it’s my last call for help
Yeah, help
For help

‘Cause it’s 8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

Don’t wanna leave
Don’t wanna say goodbye
Still fifteen minutes
For my thrity-five

And where’s this good
In goodbye?
‘Cause talking to you
Is bringing me this life
Yeah, life
This life

‘Cause it’s 8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

My last call
My last call, yeah

‘Cause it’s 8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

8-9-9-3-8-3-3
Come on and listen to me
Take my call, collect my change
‘Cause, Lord, I’m calling on Your name

I am calling on Your name
I am calling on Your name
This is my last call
This is my last call