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Dial Again (feat. L.A.) Video (MV)




Performed By: Rob Pimp
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Ray Lawson, Rob Pemberton




Rob Pimp - Dial Again (feat. L.A.) Lyrics




I'm ready to see that pussy pop
Tired of seeing them cameras click
Damn boost phone always going off
Man I wanna just chill and relax a bit
And you thought it was gonna be a love story
Rob turned it into an action flick
I'm the man to realize that he want something
Then turn around and go after it
This rap game I've mastered it
When I'm done to the trash with it
Whoever said hip hops dead is lying
Cause I've been giving mouth to mouth to it
And I ain't gonna have to ask for shit
When I send it to the afterlife
No more rapper that think they hot
But spit bullshit when they pass the mic
Roll a joint and I'll pack a pipe
My new whip is fast as light
On the highway, smoking high grade
I ain't gon' quit till Murph turns white
I got a ten with some friends so we pile'em in
So if my phone don't ring don't try to
Cause I'm back at it like a crack addict
Murder Murph is like a Black Savage
And we each gon' spit on beats
Its streetside like a bad habit
Now you gettin' high with the Mad Hatter
Holy shit man where's Alice
Ya'll ain't ever seen no shit like this
Murph just did coke with a jack rabbit
So, label me as this and label me as that
Label me one of the greatest to ever rap
Label me the sickest, smartest, and the most clever
F*ck being best alive, I wanna be best ever
Or at least in your top 5
Spent plenty of nights on these punch lines
Now I'm coming at rappers like its lunch time
And its crunch time for me
While I'm smoking weed with my team
So don't say a thing when you calling my phone
And that mother f*cker don't ring
Probably on the road cause we doing shows
But we acting like the home team
We the oldest gold, this flow is cold
Hope the microphone don't freeze
Ya'll need
To get off my jock cause I been on my job
Won't get on my knees
And beg for shit, on the gangster tip
I'll get what I need, I need

Yeah
Real shit, what the f*ck you talkin bout
My dude I'm gone, till the next life flying out
Calling up my phone yeah you better try again
Better yet f*ck that, cause you only gonna hear
(Dial Again)
Man I got this shit, I roll it tight
You split the swisher mane
How you like me now
Cause I'm busting my ass trynna get my name upstate
When I pick it up tell'em that I made it
When I pick it up the ladies go crazy
Cause I spit that shit that's I'll
I'm talking like sick, baby baby
Man I got this shit, I lay it down
Man I'm coming up, I got the crown
I tell'em all that I'm faded, don't try and call my phone
I'm a little bit usy with my girl, you know I Let'em Kow

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I'm ready to see that pussy pop
Tired of seeing them cameras click
Damn boost phone always going off
Man I wanna just chill and relax a bit
And you thought it was gonna be a love story
Rob turned it into an action flick
I'm the man to realize that he want something
Then turn around and go after it
This rap game I've mastered it
When I'm done to the trash with it
Whoever said hip hops dead is lying
Cause I've been giving mouth to mouth to it
And I ain't gonna have to ask for shit
When I send it to the afterlife
No more rapper that think they hot
But spit bullshit when they pass the mic
Roll a joint and I'll pack a pipe
My new whip is fast as light
On the highway, smoking high grade
I ain't gon' quit till Murph turns white
I got a ten with some friends so we pile'em in
So if my phone don't ring don't try to
Cause I'm back at it like a crack addict
Murder Murph is like a Black Savage
And we each gon' spit on beats
Its streetside like a bad habit
Now you gettin' high with the Mad Hatter
Holy shit man where's Alice
Ya'll ain't ever seen no shit like this
Murph just did coke with a jack rabbit
So, label me as this and label me as that
Label me one of the greatest to ever rap
Label me the sickest, smartest, and the most clever
F*ck being best alive, I wanna be best ever
Or at least in your top 5
Spent plenty of nights on these punch lines
Now I'm coming at rappers like its lunch time
And its crunch time for me
While I'm smoking weed with my team
So don't say a thing when you calling my phone
And that mother f*cker don't ring
Probably on the road cause we doing shows
But we acting like the home team
We the oldest gold, this flow is cold
Hope the microphone don't freeze
Ya'll need
To get off my jock cause I been on my job
Won't get on my knees
And beg for shit, on the gangster tip
I'll get what I need, I need

Yeah
Real shit, what the f*ck you talkin bout
My dude I'm gone, till the next life flying out
Calling up my phone yeah you better try again
Better yet f*ck that, cause you only gonna hear
(Dial Again)
Man I got this shit, I roll it tight
You split the swisher mane
How you like me now
Cause I'm busting my ass trynna get my name upstate
When I pick it up tell'em that I made it
When I pick it up the ladies go crazy
Cause I spit that shit that's I'll
I'm talking like sick, baby baby
Man I got this shit, I lay it down
Man I'm coming up, I got the crown
I tell'em all that I'm faded, don't try and call my phone
I'm a little bit usy with my girl, you know I Let'em Kow

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Writer: Ray Lawson, Rob Pemberton
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