Roll Call - The Cool Kids, BOLDY JAMES, Chip Tha Ripper

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