Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Call, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song The Delightful Bars - North American Pie Version, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hall Of Justus, Pooh
Song language: English
Roll Call |
Uh, give me a second, I’m having a nigga moment |
Jo' reaching under the shirt’s your first omen |
We man up, y’all niggas is still zoning |
I’m on my third hustle while niggas is still yawning |
Five in the morning, out of town cell phone |
Roaming on my Philly shit, beard need coaming |
Work’s never done, fake niggas need bitching |
Set off a pistol whipping, trigger finger still itching |
Pots in the kitchen, 'caine needs cooking |
As long niggas balling, Jo' Gutta still jooking |
I see the crowd looking, I thought he was a rapper? |
That’s part-time bitch, I’m an AK clapper |
Dress code’s something like the opposite of dapper |
Send a black rose to your mother and your pastor |
I’m after, everything I feel that I’m due |
On the grind 'til I feel that I’m through |
Even though I moved out of NYC I’m the realest |
Transferred to Central Carolina Phyllis |
The world black and white but a nigga dream of color |
Like blue and cream wallies, I’mma rock 'em this summer |
Took a few losses, had a little setback |
Reparation time, dude for the get-back |
Had a premonition, I’d be the illest spitting |
Shut down Webster’s, become the definition |
Used to have more +Nightmares+ than +Dana Dane+ |
A voice woke me up and told me to change the game |
Never second guessed it, rose to my feet |
Metronome flow, huh, controlling the beat |
The heart of the street, put my vocal chords in a frame |
Hang it up because it’s art when I speak |
Don’t need to autograph it, my verse is the signature |
Now open up the gallery doors |
I never should have rolled the dice |
Now I’m trapped off in the game (in the game) |
No matter how you live your life |
Some shit don’t never change (never change) |
I’m here for the money and the power |
Y’all keep that fuckin fame (fuck the fame) |
Either way when I leave this bitch |
You gon' know my fuckin name |
Yeah, so come with it, Joey done shitted |
Best to do it and damn near best that did it |
Nine-one-nine on the wrist and the fitted |
Raleigh y’know our cap', lil homie don’t forget it |
Put the bait out and you bit it |
Fuck around with me, catch a bald like Riddick |
Or bald like Jackson, time for some action |
If you asking, I ain’t with all the rassling |
I’m about moving, I ain’t with the losing |
As a fly-by I’m still cool cause I’m cruising |
What you think you doing? |
I might have to ruin |
Better catch up homie, come get with the movement |
(Better tell 'em bout it) H-O-J, they don’t play |
That’s my team, this my day |
Crown City boy, that’s where I stay |
And we the best out, that’s what they say |
Uh, niggas always wanna talk about money |
Told y’all I came with Dho/dough, young’n you ain’t know? |
Toured the world with my group Lil' Bro' |
That means I’m professional, who’s next to blow? |
You just standing in a shadow |
Hurt pride like I stole your mojo |
I’m so thoro, get a book, maybe I’ll explain |
How I maintain, do this with no strain |
Huh, you do it with no gain |
And they tryna put us on the same plain |
No disrespect, that’s a disconnect |
I achieve milestones you ain’t even seen yet |
Been a couple places you ain’t even dreamed yet |
Six years later, how quick we forget |
And yet, there’s still not one comparison |
That they compared me to that I ain’t much better than, my nigga |
Yeah, haha |
HOJ, that’s the muh’fuckin movement |
Yeah, uh, that’s the muh’fuckin unit |
J.O., Doovie, Jozee', Rapper |
Sean Boog, what up? |
Khrysis, what up? |
D-Brock, Big Dho |