Chamillionaire - Roll Call lyrics

[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]

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

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

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

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)

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