| Lyrics: | Any Give Sunday baby
Oww! Yo, yo, yo
Oh zigi-zigi
Zig-zigi-zig-zig, oh
oh
Zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi-zigi:
Oh you 'pose to be the man now
Cause you got
cars, you got houses
You got yachts, you got diamonds
You got it all
Oh you livin'
large right, heh
Well let me ask one thing
When you go broke
When you go broke
I
bet those same friends yo don't mess with you no more
Here we go uh
I was there when
no one knew your name
I was there when you blew up, got large
And had all the
fame
Now look how you do, uh
I was there when everything had changed
You think you
the shit
Big star on top of your game
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's
right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends
hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When
nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no
friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that hot no more
Uh I was there when you was
hooked on weed
I gave you dough, mo dough
You don't know to supply your need
What's
it gon' be (uh)
I was there I was the air you breathe
Until you became a big star
No
need for me
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your
ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't
that hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your
ass go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't
that hot no more
Uh do you
Call when you fall boy
Call when you ain't got
boy
They don't wanna roll with you
They don't think you hot boy
What happened to you
boy?
You are just a no-boy
Now you have no joy
Here we go
What happened to
your Benz man?
What happened to your rocks?
Six shots that you pop in your bitches
man
Now your name is like shit stink
You let the fame maintain
You done blew out your
brains man
What happened to your diamond rings?
You bling-bling every time a nigga switch
a lane
Beep, beep to your feet man
You's a jeep man
With no friends and no game
man
There he is, uh
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass go
broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that
hot no more
Now who you gonna call
When nothing's right
Will you call when your ass
go broke?
Will you call when you ain't got no friends hanging with you?
And you ain't that
hot no more
Call, yo, who you gonna call, uh
Yo who you gonna call when your ass go
broke
Them same friends who don't fuck wit you no more
Who you gonna call, yo who you gon,
who you gonna call
Who, who you gonna call, who, who you gonna call
Heh-heh, where all
your friends now?
Where your homies now?
When you was on top of your game
Everybody
wanted to hang around, huh
Heh, heh but now that your ass gone broke
Your same friends
don't want to fuck wit' you no more
Who you gonna call huh?
You better understand reality
baby
Never let the fame blow your brain, heh
Yo, yo, yo, oh-zigi-zigi
Never let the
fame blow your brain
Yo, yo, yo zigi-zigi-oh
Never let the fame blow your brain
Here
we go, uh
And my choir sing, heh
Yo, uh, let the orchestra, and the violins
And the
trumpets, yo, yo, oh shit, owww |
