Roll Call

Lyrics

[Intro: Chuck Inglish + Sir Michael Rocks] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's like Live cats think like Voltron This sound good [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans back in '01 Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater Chicago-getter, inside all leather Point a live nigga out if you know one Talking about a shopping spree, damn, now we on one I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in Throw it in the bag, like the bag that the chips in Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting Thinking about our existence and sticking to the mission You could get a lot off top Or you could get that pot that you piss in Depends if you was listening We've been to Michigan Ave with bag handles on hand And sandals on sand ain't a better match Put 20 on the game, man, that's plenty in the tank But never scratch, let me bet 'em back [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + Chuck Inglish] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) It's Charles Chop and this shit don't stop [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] The governor, the mayor, the president, the rest of them I'm dressed in Guess jeans, pocket buzzing text messages Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter Right hand jab jaw up to your face like we're fighting Uppercutting niggas up, feeling tougher than a leather seat To the ground like I threw you down from a couple stories Don't drop it, don't lock my door I got the key in the ignition, we at the corner store kicking it This is it, nigga, this that shit Them live rap rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid Not that fake soy meat boneless McRibs Bite this, homie, that's bad for your wellness Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless You looking like us and we ain't even get started! That's why we don't believe you Fuck it, man, power to the people [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + Asher Roth] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) Yeah [Verse 3: Asher Roth] Now, what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement? I've been waiting for the warm weather This sweater's getting heavy on me Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready Like a wrestler, mentally in shape I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight Tied tight around on my waist, run a mile under 3 It's a breeze, I can do it all angles, 90 degrees Gotta keep the knees up, young buck never ease up Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach Mike rock econom's while I be on physics JP engineers while Chuck instructs English We up in this Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dunce You come sit front and center Pay attention to the lessons of professors Speaking to our generation: now or never [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + King Chip] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) For all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) Chip 2-1-6, it only take about [Verse 4: King Chip] An hour for a young G to get ready How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy? A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti Ride 'round L.A., blowing them trees I need a soccer mom like that MILF off 'Weeds' who sell weed So I can pay her in full With this penis, she says she needs a Raging Bull Husband must be fired and PayPal's the new-new No need to wire that invoice balance, sweat is the challenge Hop on turnpikes, smoke out Impalas 'Scalade, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do! Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks & Boldy James] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like, bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?) James Jones from the Drug Zone [Verse 5: Boldy James] When Smiley had the Van Gracks forums and them black troops I had the Grandmamas with React Juice (Cons) Started with the GUESS fit, gun on my belt loop The black-on-black Force 1s with the black swoosh (1s) Closet like a box of Chex Mix (Round 10 News) Bang, straps dangling, Triple FAT Goose Rocking GoreTexes, Dunks, and Air Max boots My CB 34 Charles Barkley (Chucks) Had me ducking all my teachers in hall sweeps (Yeah) Took me running from police on the concrete Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike Team Wolverine, U of M Huaraches They call me Jimmy King of the Concrete And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beef (Blocks) With this Byzantine on my Coq Sportif (ConCreature) We the winning team, get some courtside seats [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call) If alive, then state your name (Yo) It's like, bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)