Ice Cube – Roll Call (Bad Brains Band Remix)

Ice Cube – Roll Call (Bad Brains Band Remix) Lyrics

Artist: Ice Cube
Song: Roll Call (Bad Brains Band Remix)

Yall’ ready?
Let’s crank it up
Let’s get this thang crunk
Yeah, yeah!

Lil Jon and them Eastside Boyz
Bad Brain (Bad Brain)
Hey (hey), Hey (hey)
[?] for my real people’s, hey

[?] for my real people’s, hey
[?] for my real people’s, hey
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)

Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)

I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
Whut’s that click flexin’ #ss flauntin’ ass!

Be some real #ss trill #ss
Be some ho ass!
Homie #ss rapper!
Be some head-bussin’ gangsta ass, gangsta #ss !

Be some runnin’ and scarey ass, scarey ass!
Be some Roy Jones beat ya ass, beat ya #ss !
Be some cake and handcuffin,! handcuffin ass!
Be some “Send them girls out!” “girls out!” !

Be some tricking “Don’t pay them, pay them!”
Be some Don Juan pimpin’ ass!
Be some 22 havin’ ass!
Be some chopper street sweepin’ ass, sweepin’ ass!

Them ol’ half ounce sellin’ ass, ass!
Be some dirty bird movin’ ass!
Be some kissin’ security ass, security ass!
Them girls and let ’em know ass, ass, ass!

Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)

I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)

See I’mma mean (mean), yous afraid (afraid)
Ol’ pretend (pretend), smile and grin (grin)
I hate a false (false), Diana Ross (Ross)
So if ya lost (n***a), meet the boss (boss)

He’s a super (super), wit a groupa (groupa)
Act stupid (stupid), I’ll **** nuke the (nuke the)
Cause yous a happy (happy) and I’m a nappy (nappy)
F**kin’ scrappy (scrappy), meet ya pappy (pappy)

So if ya drunk (drunk), keep it crunk (crunk)
Til’ you punk (punk), feel the bump (bump)
Get yo testifying #ss in the trunk (trunk)
You wanna tell (tell), I’ll dump a shell (shell)

Send a frail (frail), straight to hell (hell)
Thats ya shelter (shelter), “Heltah-a-Skelta” (Skelta)
And when I belt a (a), God help a (a)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)

Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)

I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
Yeah!

I see you and your lil click up in tha club (what!)
I see ya’ll ifngaz over there talkin’ and isht
But you know what (What!)
Here we come boy

Real, Real shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a real, real
Which (which) go get a, get a (What!), no better
(What!) Better do what I say

Cause I’m “Insane in the Brain” (Insane in the Brain)
Yeah, I got Rick James in my veins
Real (real) never change, we just let it bang
Roll thru the gutter lane, daddy said let ’em hang

And cut ’em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet – naw that’s the other mayne
’cause my skeet never leak out this rubber mayne
T&A ain’t workin’ out my #ss DNA

That crazy *itch have ya #ss off E&J
Fake, fake got these real, real bein’ gay
Til my peoples come around it’s like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray

Authentic boys all know that’s the playa way
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)

Ya’ll renegades mess wit my click (yo!)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)

I don’t like dem boyz (I don’t like them tricks)
We runnin this
Ya’ll click ain’t shooo
We runnin this

Ya’ll click ain’t shooo
We in tha club gettin’ crunk
You in tha club gettin’ stomped
We in tha club gettin’ crunk

You in tha club gettin’ stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin’ shot
We in tha hood on tha block

You in tha hood gettin’ shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya run ya,’ mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout

You quick to run ya, run ya’ mouth
We real, real from tha east
And we act a like a beast
We real, real from tha east

And we act a like a beast
We gangsta, gangsta from the west
Puttin holes in ya vest
We gangsta, gangsta from the west

Puttin holes in ya vest
My midwest click hard
Quick ta pull ya pull ya’ card
My midwest click hard

Quick ta pull ya, pull ya card
And down south we set if off
Blow ya , blow ya’ face off
And down south we set if off

Blow ya , blow ya’ face off
(roll call!)
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Ice Cube Lyrics – Roll Call (Bad Brains Band Remix)

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From the album:
Crunk Juice [Explicit]
Release Year: 2004