Представляем точный текст композиции "Roll Call" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Chamillionaire . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Roll Call» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Chamillionaire передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Chamillionaire - "Roll Call"
Lyrics to Roll Call : [Intro] Attention, little kids I know, youre fans of his If it aint no Cham, then it aint gon jam I threw it, off a bridge And, if it hurts your ears And youre tired, of what you hear Homie have no fear, the Messiahs 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 aint nobody tighter Super Sounds in Atlanta, like where that Mix Tap Messiah Colorado fa sho, they say that Koopas on fire Ask James at Eackazam, hell tell you Im no liar Been in the game for a minute, Im one of the biggest suppliers Im 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 aint 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 Im sorry, he doesnt swim Ima rip off another limb, no need for partici-hating I suggest that you get to shaking the spot, and just switch locations I wouldnt stop if he told me, if him and Clark Kent was dating Cause he couldnt 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 aint 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 yall Who (hell naw), who (hell naw) I dont wan diss my old dog, so Ima 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 couldnt afford a sleeve I dont even drop a c.d., and still clear more than forty Gs A month and its just my check, and aint even got to my savings The money the bank is saving, plus the money my safe is saving Lets 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 Im a rider Get respect in Louisiana, and all the way down to Florida DJ Smallz, Atlanta with DJ Drama Off this money I make, Ill 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 Im trying to say is, Ima be here regardless Im 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, cant match up with my vault You aint getting no respect, from real Gs on the North You get put in duct tape, you cupcake you too soft Aint no rapper got broke off, this hard since Tha Boss Ive seen your chain, but how much did it cost You cant be like E.S.G., and let your body defrost Seen the studio that you was saying, was Swishahouse But that was Tow Downs studio, and that was the South You aint, in the dope game Real niggaz know, he wasnt moving cocaine Real niggaz po a whole cup, of that drank Niggaz I know, aint repeating your name What you gonna say now, Dike is a clown Come around hurr, and you gon get beat down Man hold up Im 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 aint nobody (pass me the Nina), dont worry I got it Say whodie Ill blow his chest up, he wont have nobody I was gripping on my steal and wood wheel Music on the radio, I couldnt feel Popped in a grey tape, cause Im trill Pussy gimmick nigga nigga, get real (get real) But nigga dont make me grab this steel Pull it, Ill levitate your crew Nigga you dont represent the real My nigga, dont ever say you do I turn that scene, to a crime scene Dont make me, yellow tape your shoe Cause DJ Screw, elevated Screw And Screw, elevated you Man bring it back, Im with it [ Roll Call Lyrics ]
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