Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Call, artist - The Cool Kids.
Date of issue: 21.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roll Call |
This for all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
It’s Mike Rocks, take a look up top |
I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans |
Back in '01 |
Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater |
Chicago get it, inside all leather |
Point a loud bitch out if you know one |
Talking about shopping sprees |
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 in 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 battle back |
This for all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
It’s Charles Chop and it this shit don’t stop |
Don’t stop. |
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 job 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 rhymes that’ll stick to your ribs, kid |
Not that fake soy meat |
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 |
This for all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
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 Economs 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 dumbs |
You come sit front and center |
Pay attention to the lessons of professors |
Speaking to our generation: now or never |
This for all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
For all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
Chip 216 |
It only take about 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 LA 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, 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 turnpipes, smoke out in palace |
Gallaird, 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 |
This for all y’all |
Roll call |
If you’re live then state your name |
It’s like bust that (bust that), who’s that (who was that)? |
James Jones from the drug zone |
The simley happy |
And the black troops |
I had to grab more with react juice |
Started with the gun on my belt loop |
The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh |
Like a box of Chex Mix |
Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex |
And Air Max boots |
My CD ¾ Charles Barkley |
Had me dunking on my teachers in |
Took me running from police on the concrete |
Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike |
Team Wolverine, you have been |
They call me King of the concrete |
And I’m Jimmy Dean: high top beat |
With this team on my sport team |
get some courtside seats |