The Cool Kids, Boldy James, King Chip - Roll Call lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it's like
Live cats think like Voltron this sound good

This for all y'all
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
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 getter, inside all leather
Point a live nigga out if you know one
Talking about a shopping spree, 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 on 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 bet 'em back

This for all y'all
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that
(Bust that) , who's that? (Who was that?)
It's Charles Chop and this shit 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 live rap rhymes that'll
Stick to your ribs, kid
Not that fake soy meat boneless McRibs
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
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that
(Bust that) , who's that? (Who was that?)
Yeah

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 dunce 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
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that
(Bust that) , who's that? (Who was that?)

For all y'all
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that
(Bust that) , who's that? (Who was that?)
Chip 2-1-6, 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 misfit's
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 penis
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 turnpikes, smoke out Impalas
'Scalade, 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
(All y'all) roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like, bust that
(Bust that) , who's that? (Who was that?)
James Jones from the drug zone

The smiley, happy friend and the black troops
I had them Grandmama's with React Juice
Started with the Guess fit
Gun on my belt loop
The black-on-black Force Ones with
The black swoosh
Closet like a box of Chex Mix
Triple FAT goose
Rocking Goretexes, Dunks, and Air Max boots
My C-B-3-4 Charles Barkley
Had me ducking all my teachers in hall sweeps
Took me running from police on the concrete
Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike
Team Wolverine, U of M Huraches
They call me Jimmy King of the concrete
And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beef
With this Byzantine on my Coq Sportif
We the winning team, get some courtside seats