Joe Budden - Roll Call lyrics

Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh)
Sometimes you gotta set a mood
Let's dim these lights in
This motherfucking booth
Dim the lights out there too
I don't need to see you niggas too much
(Jump Off)
Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood but look
(it's) , look
It's what? (it's that On Top Music)

The name of this shit right
Here is called Roll Call

Niggas on my left
(yeah) , niggas on my right (yeah)
Does anybody wanna hear some
Real shit tonight (yeah)
Real as it'll get
(yeah) , holster on my hip (yeah)
Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit
(yeah)

They say "Hi!"p hop is dead
Or on life support maybe not
That could be something I just thought
I just ought to jump in, fighting the sport
How you expect to be heard
When your mic is off i would love to go and
Browse through the Robb Report
But ain't a car in that
Motherfucker I can afford
See niggas trying to block the road
Rather then my label drop "The Growth"
They should drop us both (oh)
See I could scream Def Jam and
What they used to be
But that ain't for me to say
That's for you to see (if it ain't)
If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface
Young Gunz
Need I say Freeway, the proof is me
Still don't believe me
Then where's Peedi Peedi
They ain't really giving a
Fuck unless you Jeezy
That's what my mind say
Just know if you ain't
The President or Kanye
You won't see the time of day

I'm so thankful that come around these parts
We don't crank or snap, we aim and clap
Used to try to take the average rap fan
Show 'em shit but, if they close-minded
Who am I to open it?
Rather spend time with a bougie broad
Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star
Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars
Still fuck with us
Though that ain't who we are
Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python
They ain't know I'm out to
Hit and run like Saigon
Putting back the ice on, had it screwed up
Finally figured out that hate is the new love
But, I don't see how you get ahead that way
When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe
And all that blame is yours (nigga)
You trying to get a chain like floss
I'm trying to get a chain like stores
Find me in Jers
Line for squeeze work off safety
Can't keep calm around these jerks
Think beyond these words
Treat the hood like MySpace
Either become friends with the Tommy first
So get found on the back of an empty carton
Spray semi larkins for the
Bread like Remy Martin
Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed"
Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's
+Juicy+ inspired me, +CREAM+ made me angry
+Get at Me Dog+ amped me
+Shook Ones+ ain't me
I already know it's a tough state to follow
When niggas use to stay up
Late to watch Apollo now it's ridiculous
All this shit's frivolous
Niggas ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth
Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank
Cut a bitch up like Bill
Blanks doin still rank


The media'll say anything to get at you
Niggas is transparent
I'm lookin right past you
Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude
So my new tattoo is God with a gavel
Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me
Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce
My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely
I tell her I'm too fly to
Have to con for coochie
Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator
On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front
Still times I feel like carryin chrome
Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones
Tryin to +Sing For The Moment+
Can't find the note
Put the game in a choke hold
Can't find his throat
Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope
They tell me it's alive, I
Can't find the pulse, so my

Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers)
Taha, motherfucker i don't even want shit
(you in that mood yet?) keep my shit on
The whole point is fuckin have
Something to bitch about

Shout to whole On Top webb, Nitti
Cokeesi, what up?
Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you
Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm