Roll Call (clean Version) Lyrics - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

[Lil' Jon talking:] 

Yeah! 

Right about now (whats up) 

It's time for the real, real roll call 

Now when you hear your city or state (Uh Huh) being called 

You put your What put yo' middle finger up 

ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Naptown, 

DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York, texas, You ain't know! 

[Chorus:] 

[Lil' Jon:] 

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!) 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Verse 1: Lil Jon] 

whut's that click flexin' ass flauntin' ass,! 

Be some real ass trill ass 

Be some ho ass! 

homie ass rapper! 

Be some head-bussin' gangsta ass, gangsta ass ! 

Be some runnin' and scarey ass, scarey ass! 

Be some Roy Jones beat ya ass, beat ya ass ! 

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! 

[Chorus:] 

[Lil' Jon:] 

Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) 

Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) 

Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) 

Ya'll really can't mess wit my click (yo!) 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Verse 2: Ice Cube] 

See I'ma mean 

Youse afraid 

Ol' pretend 

Smile and grin 

I hate a false 

Diana Ross 

So if ya lost 

Meet tha boss 

He's a super 

Grin and groupa 

Act stupid 

I'll really' nuke a 

'cause youse a happy 

And im a nappy 

Lil' scrappy 

Meet ya pappy 

Its Ice Cube 

And Little Jon 

So if ya crunk 

Keep it crunk 

To you punk 

Feel tha bump 

Get yo testifyin ass in tha trunk 

You wanna tell? 

I'll dump a shell 

Send a frail 

Str8 ta hell 

Thats ya shelter 

Helta-skelta 

And when I belt a 

God help a! 

[Hook:] 

[Lil' Jon:] 

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!) 

[Bridge: Lil Jon (Talking)] 

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!) 

Yeah do it and get dealt wit real...'motha motha real quick! Get 'em Cube! 

[Verse 3: Ice Cube] 

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 tha brain (insane in the brain) 

Yeah, I got Rick James in my veins 

Real, real never change 

We just let it bang 

Roll thru tha gutter lane 

Daddy said let 'em hang 

And cut 'em like its butter man 

Skeet skeet skeet 

Naw thats tha other man 

'cause my skeet never LEAK 

OUT THIS RUBBER mayne 

TNA ain't workin' out my ass DNA 

That crazy *itch have ya ass off E&J 

Fake, fake got these real, real bein' gay 

Til my peoples come around its like night and day 

Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray 

Authentic boyz all know thats tha playa way 

[Chorus:] 

[Lil' Jon:] 

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!) 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Lil Jon:] I don't like dem boyz 

[Big Sam:] I don't like them tricks 

[Bridge: Lil Jon] 

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!)