Roll Call

Lyrics

[Intro - Crooked I] Yeah, Million Dollar I was told only do what you afraid to Ya scared, niggas? It's power in numbers From Long Beach to South Central From Watts to the bank My nigga Jay Rock [Jay Rock] I'm seargent slaughter when I hop up on this track, dawg You know it's armada Oaint your whole muhfuckin' town red when my lead hit the tablet And for the jealous (?) workin' my (?) like (?) I'm totally fitted, you collateral damage Anybody who challenge when I'm on can blow up a planet Nuclear warfare when I'm on this beat, bitch I'm so hot, eight thousand degree shit Murk yo' ass with my trademark Step in yo' central, turn your studio to a graveyard I go hard, you go soft, you Barbie, see the pink in your eyes Nothing but a bitch in disguise These dick riders, steady tryna hitch 'em a ride (?) is over, go gitchu a (?) When this beef cocked back might hit you wit' five Leave yo' brains on display for the news at nine That's how these Cali boys ride! [Coniyac] I does it from (?) new whips I'm on money in a new sense, I'm a nuisance Ain't no barricade, I kinda left it, where that new set(?) I drift my own (?) and, bitch, I don't recruit raps Chase money to catch it, we Franklin with (?) Practice on targets at random and ransom receivers Word binding is biblical, and (?) Landmine flow, the Johnny Depp blow as a poet(?) I'm goin' town on these niggas that been (?) Adam Impossible to touchdown on our when we sack 'em We sniper decipher (?) summer ignited, we fire Black dots winter mitten(?), now your time's up I'm West now rancid with extravagant transit Watching (?) get blue bruises to amuse news Channelling Wolverine (?) X-Men I'm damaging Playin' pathologist to bodies just for the sampling Nigga! [Glasses Malone] I ain't no gangbang rookie School of Hard Knocks, I ain't ever play hookie Took (?) Trap Hall of Famers where the game need to put me So pushy bully bullies in the streets (?) quick to bring a fully to the beat Call that bitch a spoon, they'll be scoopin' y'all up If I ever get to empty all this (?) Look young, I'm a different breed of nigga Hungry, like Birdman don't feed a nigga I got work so I don't need the nigga Plus I got arms long as Trevor Ariza's nigga Act silly, test my Kevin Hart We'll see who get the last laugh, you motherfucking mark Curry, they screamin' hurry up and buy They see the old dawg in my motherfuckin' eyes Wassup 3x [Mistah F.A.B.] I got a gift with this lyrical style And when I spit you might've thought I was a miracle child Murderous verbous(?) spits deliver passes Just like Irvin did swervin' in a Suburban in dat car Full of urban kids Namin' dat title alone terrify my rivals I never change like Islam, entertain the Bible The spiritual mythical typical rippin' flow That paralyze MC's, I'm leavin' 'em crippled tho Con artist, I talk a kufi off of Muslim domes Sylvester Stallone, tell Rocky that the king is home When white bitches bad as Sharon Stone Carryin' zones, Bay Area's own carry the throne Love my block so much, man, I married my zone I got jazz like Jerry and Sloan gravedigga Get out my way 'fore I bury you, homes I'm so unique, there's no comparin' the clones I'm gone [Crooked I] (?)