Show Lyrics

LA Symphony - Don't Call Me
(from the album Disappear Here)
© copyright 2005

Yes… Hello, friends of the Los Angeles Symphony. This is CookBook. The LA Symphony would like to take this opportunity to thank all of our fans, all of the people out there who stuck with by us through thick and thin, through the blood, the sweat, and the tears that is took and that it still takes to rise to the top. You’ve persevered with us on this road, on this journey, all the way to the glory… However, having said that, we have a little suggestion.

CHORUS: Baby baby baby baby (2x)

(“Hey man.” “Hey bro. Hey do you know what? Hey, check out my music, man. Tell me what you think. Check it out man. Here’s my CD.”)

Hey I appreciate the CD for real (Word!)/
But I’ll probably never listen to it, I barely got a deal (What do you mean?)/
And I’m real picky with my music cause I think I’m the bomb/
(Hey, who’s your favorite rapper?)
Who’s my favorite rapper? Some dude named Sarpong (Who?)/
(Where’s Pigeon John?) Where’s Pigeon John? I thought you said you were a fan/
He’s doing his own thing (Word. Word.) probably in Japan/
Getting rich doing shows with R.E.M./
(You guy’s still hang out?) Yeah we’re all cool we’re all still friends/
(Yeah, “Call It What You Want”, man) “Call It What You Want” yeah that’s a great album/
(I wanna see it) It would have been great. (Yeah) Don’t bring this up around Flynn (Oh word. Oh, word?)/
Cause I’m a little bit nicer. And you wouldn’t offend (Did I offend you?)/
A dude named Joey the Jerk with stupid questions. (Oh, no!)/


(“Come on let’s go get a soda.” “Oh, oh my god, oh my god, look over there!” “Where? What?” “That’s flippin’ L.A. Symphony” “Nah. No it’s not. Are you sure?” “Yes it is. Let’s go ask them some questions.” “No it’s not. Come on.”)

Yeah, you’re standing here live with Flynn (I knew it, oh my god)/
Except with darker skin, longer hair, and a different grin/
I can see how you could make that mistake from the begin/
(Yeah?) After all the only two with goatees is me and him/
Right? (Anyway, your CD’s hot, I got it off of Limewire)/
No wonder I’m so hungry and about to retire (What? What?)/
Oh you admire us? (Yeah, of course. Yeah, man, why not?) Man, that’s close to spectacular/
I hope your computer gets a virus, you blood sucking Dracula/
(What’d you say? What?) Oh, nothing, I was just sayin thanks/
It’s because of fans like you, the crew makes big banks/
Naw, we ain’t going to Denny’s. Naw we ain’t about to kick it/
Well…we about to go, you’re getting lost with the crickets/
By the way, since you are the Symph’s number one fan/
Just so you know, my name is CookBook but I understand/
(Oh, you’re the one that said, “I need to use my real voice when I rap”) Naw, that was Joey/
It’s probably better if you just act like you don’t know me/
(No kidding fool)


(“Yo, dude. I saw Flynn and Joey the Jerk, walking down the street in Nashville…” “Yo.” “…just the other day.” “How you doing? Hey.”)

(Yo man I saw Joey and Flynn)/
No, man that was Sarpong and Won Kim/
(No dude he had a trucker hat) -played out/
Man it was some other cat, you're way out/
(Well hey, you wanna hear my raps?) No. No. No.
(Hey you wanna hear my tracks) No. No. No.
(Can I get “Call It What You Want”?) No. No. No.
(You wanna see our show?) No. No. No.
Haven't you heard? See we're haters extraordinaire/
Cop that baloney on the table (Where?) over there/
And by the way dude your breath is mad foul (Oh)/
And your girl keeps eyeing me like an eager owl/

(“Man, that guy’s kinda weird.” “Yeah let’s get out of here.” “He’s kinda mean.” “Yeah. Yeah, come on, guys.” “What’d we talk to that guy for?” “Whatever.” “Yeah, whatever.” “Come on.” “Yeah, man, he didn’t listen to my CD. Don’t know wassup.” “Let’s go.”)