Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll Call , by - The Cool Kids. Release date: 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 |