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Roll Call Reloaded

Chamillionaire

Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 4

2008

ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah
Ridin candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah
Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods

aint cant help it, product of my habitat
Turn on the TV, say they watching where, Im at
Staying strategic, with procedures, in all black
Red, green,

I don't know 40 on me i saw red nd den i spilt em

Now i'm posted inna hood i see a scat and im gon flip em
Fuck da opps nd fuck da cops i see em both

beat
Made By this Glock sound
Nigga, you ain't fooling me
Nigga came through, you ain't bust your gun
Lil' nigga, you ain't cool with me
You ain’t stood

fashion, ah

Coffee connoisseur I know my way around a bean
Not an amateur, a father figure giving homes to teens
Troubled by the world of unconsciousness

ima show out
Gotta let em know how it's done in the south
This my own wave built my own clout
Young niggas stout watch as we sprout
Rep all the hoods

on stage while I accept my award
My talent's my reward, they help me movin' forward
Shot the window out that Ford, I was a bad lil' boy

Now I'm tryna be

so, and I pass it to the bro
M-bone, show these cats how to do dat down south dance
Dat we learned a lil' too fast and bought it to the hood
cnd got da

a lil start askin for mo
She askin for time but all I have money
Go get chu a bag and ask nothing else of me
I want me a bitch that I hate to tell me she

I'm at you can bet I'm hanging out the window yelling who dat! 

Everybody worried about me, trying to be part like I'm the Red Sea, n****s want beef

Baby Boo I’m High, You Ain’t Gotta Smell The Smoke (Hight)
I’ma Roll This Loud (Roll It), Until The Day I Croak 
Yeah You Got A Li’l Head Action But It’s

hobbies
Yeah
I can tell you why the nigga pick me
Yeah
Panties to the side for the quickies
Yeah
Hood nigga fuck me by the blickie
Yeah
I'm strapped too

bad attitude, a red jacket, AK
A son of a gun
I gave a fuck since the first day
I'm a Ryda
Can't you tell by the black lokes?
An OG thug
Can't you tell

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
C, Z
Rose from the swamps write my bars with a Chete
Vs Freddy count the body count these body bags heavy
Surrounded by

near got a sink up on me
All that wave riding
We gon' sink your ship and sail off
Had to kick unky out the studio
My tails lost pretty lil' bitch
Booty

and get caught inside it
I'll make a corpse look alive
Move it's arms and talk behind it
Smokin' mosh, crossin' hybrids, authorisin'
Crescent red sun

Boom, I'm in the booth by my motherfuckin' self Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
Niggas ain't slidin', and I'm sholl ain't hiding
You niggas

he sayin' he ain't gangsta, Terrence Williams
Tchouppa City Baby, got the hood goin' ape shit
Niggas false claimin' like they cool, hate that fake shit

with the uh
Ayee
Pull up on a nigga then we shot em at a red light
Diamonds so cold that a nigga got a frost bite
Pull up on your bitch and imma put

Runtz
I can tell by how she coughin'
Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg
I think I got a stalker
My lil' brownskin bitch and I
Call her KeKe Palmer

Too many niggas gossiping, don't even get me started
Lately I been seeing red and everyone's a target
I'm up to bat and its a honor, y'all I swing like

collection
Had to run it back, I guess I never learned my lesson

Keep it fluid, but I'm non-Newtonian
By lonely make melodies
Young Argonian in the mud
Coming

beneficial.(yeah)
LETS GO
Grinding so hard lil nigga Im a dreamer
Chasin lil racks ar hope they get bigger
I'm riding this shit lika motorbike
Never run outtah words

em up
Put a red dot on you green ass niggas
Open ya can
Call it a seven up
Play wit the gang
Niggas 'll wet ya up
Thank it's a game? ok then, bet it up