Songtexte Roll Call - Chamillionaire
[Intro]
Attention,
little
kids
I
know,
you're
fans
of
his
If
it
ain't
no
Cham,
then
it
ain't
gon
jam
I
threw
it,
off
a
bridge
And,
if
it
hurts
your
ears
And
you're
tired,
of
what
you
hear
Homie
have
no
fear,
the
Messiah's
here
We
gon
shut
it
down,
this
year
yeah
[Chamillionaire]
A.N.I.
out
in
Cleveland,
Eminem
out
in
taller
Lucky
Music
in
Abilene,
waiting
for
my
arrival
Music
City
in
V.A.,
say
hey
ain't
nobody
tighter
Super
Sounds
in
Atlanta,
like
where
that
Mix
Tap
Messiah
Colorado
fa
sho,
they
say
that
Koopa's
on
fire
Ask
James
at
Eackazam,
he'll
tell
you
I'm
no
liar
Been
in
the
game
for
a
minute,
I'm
one
of
the
biggest
suppliers
I'm
the
rapper
they
waiting
for,
you
the
rapper
they
tired
of
How
the
hell
you
say
you
blew
up
so
quick,
and
then
rub
it
in
When
you
ain't
seen
a
royalty
check,
and
know
nothing
bout
publishing
I
feel
sorry
for
the
thirteen
year
old
teenagers,
who
loving
him
They
try
to
tangle
with
the
sharks
but
I'm
sorry,
he
doesn't
swim
I'ma
rip
off
another
limb,
no
need
for
partici-hating
I
suggest
that
you
get
to
shaking
the
spot,
and
just
switch
locations
I
wouldn't
stop
if
he
told
me,
if
him
and
Clark
Kent
was
dating
Cause
he
couldn't
spit
hotter
than
me,
if
that
pussy
was
kissing
Satan
I
know
the
public
is
waiting,
for
Controversy
to
sell
Most
of
the
rest
of
the
real
niggaz
locked,
and
ain't
made
bail
Pimp,
Z-Ro,
50/50
locked
up
behind
jail
Cause
of
snitch
figga
ass
niggaz,
like
Dike
Jones
trying
to
tell
Who
(hell
naw),
who
(hell
naw)
He
told
me
a
different
story,
then
the
one
he
trying
to
tell
y'all
Who
(hell
naw),
who
(hell
naw)
I
don't
wan'
diss
my
old
dog,
so
I'ma
chunk
a
deuce
for
Paul
Who
told
DSR,
that
he
make
more
than
me
and
P
And
my
nigga
Slim
Thee,
Dike
Jones
could
it
be
You
could
of
praised
my
whole
body,
and
couldn't
afford
a
sleeve
I
don't
even
drop
a
c.d.,
and
still
clear
more
than
forty
G's
A
month
and
it's
just
my
check,
and
ain't
even
got
to
my
savings
The
money
the
bank
is
saving,
plus
the
money
my
safe
is
saving
Let's
flame
him,
since
he
say
that
he
blazing
He
blew
up
quick,
and
nobody
was
there
to
save
him
Keep
it
cool
I
tried
to,
but
you
know
I'm
a
rider
Get
respect
in
Louisiana,
and
all
the
way
down
to
Florida
DJ
Smallz,
Atlanta
with
DJ
Drama
Off
this
money
I
make,
I'll
probably
go
hit
the
Bahammas
Get
respect
in
Cali,
Vallejo
they
popping
collars
Get
respect
of
the
streets,
you
get
respected
to
tollers
So
what
I'm
trying
to
say
is,
I'ma
be
here
regardless
I'm
the
rapper
they
waiting
for,
you
the
rapper
they
tired
of
(Talking:
Money
Mike)
Tha-thank
you
Chamillion,
um
You
hear
it
here
first,
at
WKTB
work
your
booty
Pimp
radio
station,
and
um
There
seems
to
be
an
excessive
amount
of
fraud
artists
out
here
And
we
have
a
couple
of
artists
here,
that
feel
the
same
way
Uh,
let
me
hear
what
you
have
to
say
here
sir
[Chamillionaire]
Let
me
silence
all
the
talk,
can't
match
up
with
my
vault
You
ain't
getting
no
respect,
from
real
G's
on
the
North
You
get
put
in
duct
tape,
you
cupcake
you
too
soft
Ain't
no
rapper
got
broke
off,
this
hard
since
Tha
Boss
[Money
Mike]
I've
seen
your
chain,
but
how
much
did
it
cost
You
can't
be
like
E.S.G.,
and
let
your
body
defrost
Seen
the
studio
that
you
was
saying,
was
Swishahouse
But
that
was
Tow
Down's
studio,
and
that
was
the
South
[Chamillionaire]
You
ain't,
in
the
dope
game
Real
niggaz
know,
he
wasn't
moving
cocaine
Real
niggaz
po'
a
whole
cup,
of
that
drank
Niggaz
I
know,
ain't
repeating
your
name
What
you
gonna
say
now,
Dike
is
a
clown
Come
around
hurr,
and
you
gon
get
beat
down
Man
hold
up
I'm
in
the
club,
sipping
crown
And
niggaz
getting
tired
of
Dike
Jones,
in
D-Town
And
a
one
and
a
two,
and
a
three
nobody
Who
he
messing
with,
man
it
sho
ain't
nobody
(Pass
me
the
Nina),
don't
worry
I
got
it
Say
whodie
I'll
blow
his
chest
up,
he
won't
have
nobody
[Money
Mike]
I
was
gripping
on
my
steal
and
wood
wheel
Music
on
the
radio,
I
couldn't
feel
Popped
in
a
grey
tape,
cause
I'm
trill
Pussy
gimmick
nigga
nigga,
get
real
(get
real)
[Chamillionaire]
But
nigga
don't
make
me
grab
this
steel
Pull
it,
I'll
levitate
your
crew
Nigga
you
don't
represent
the
real
My
nigga,
don't
ever
say
you
do
I
turn
that
scene,
to
a
crime
scene
Don't
make
me,
yellow
tape
your
shoe
Cause
DJ
Screw,
elevated
Screw
And
Screw,
elevated
you
Man
bring
it
back,
I'm
with
it

1 Put In Slow Motion
2 I Be Comin Down Screwed
3 I'm Da King
4 Shut Up Interlude
5 You Got Wrecked
6 New Name Interlude
7 Who They Want
8 I Mean That There
9 Run You Out The Game
10 Not Friendly
11 Roll Call
12 Talk Show Interlude
13 Gun Smoke
14 Drag Em' In The River (Rasaq)
15 What Would You Do
16 Switch Styles
17 Body Rock
18 Step Into My Room
19 Answer Machine (interlude)
20 I'm Busy
21 Screw Jams
22 I Had A Dream
23 The Truth
24 Bonus Track
25 I'm Da King Chopped & Screwed
26 Roll Call Chopped & Screwed
27 Im A Balla Chopped & Screwed
28 Who They Want Chopped & Screwed
29 On Yo Azz Chopped & Screwed
30 What Would You Do Chopped & Screwed
31 I Mean That There Chopped & Screwed
32 Run You Out The Game Chopped & Screwed
33 Switch Styles Chopped & Screwed
34 I Had A Dream Chopped & Screwed
35 OG Ron C Guttamix Chopped & Screwed
36 Body Rock Chopped & Screwed
37 You Got Wrecked Chopped & Screwed
38 Not Friendly Chopped & Screwed
39 Gun Smoke Chopped & Screwed
40 Front To Back
41 Who I Be
42 We Gonna Ride
43 Call Some Hoes
44 I Got Hoes Screwed
45 On Yo Azz
46 Texas Boys
47 Hey Lady
48 Pimp Drill
49 Panky Rang Interlude
50 Hurtin Em Bad
51 We On Fire
52 I'm A Balla
53 I Tip Down
54 Platinum Stars
55 Tippin' Slow
56 Still Tippin
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