Roll Call Lyrics
| Song | Roll Call |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | Anthems Hip Hop 4 - Ministry of Sound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Christopher Martin/W. Winston/P. Stubblefield/L. Lovett/L. Hancock/J. Grinnage/E. Murry/G. Hawkins | |
| 作曲 : Christopher Martin/W. Winston/P. Stubblefield/L. Lovett/L. Hancock/J. Grinnage/E. Murry/G. Hawkins | |
| In the year 2000... | |
| (M-O-P) still bangin | |
| (Firing Squad!) | |
| (The last generation...) | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| All right let me brake it down one for time for you | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+You mother****er | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no mother****ing game | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother**** the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+N-I-N-E, make mother****ers M-I- | |
| And I spray a, it's Fizzy Womack truck | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers don't get in my wa | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother**** the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trac | |
| Fight along with the shell aces | |
| Holler if you hear me | |
| I turn your head into a skeleton skull | |
| And leave it hollow if you hear me | |
| I keep it funky, understand me son | |
| I rock my Timb's untied, I don't plan to run | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers see Lil' Fame creep thru the back stree | |
| With my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+What the **** is this? Your Van Damme flick, that's cut | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+But I'm hear to ****upp your day d | |
| Yes (yes) yes (yes) yo | |
| I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin | |
| [Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon] | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Fizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll Call | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Bert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? | |
| B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze) | |
| Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer | |
| Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Y'all mother****ers remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it's goin b | |
| Just make it loud and clear | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Come here mother****ers, I can't hear mother****er | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+I'm deaf in one ear mother****er (yeah mother****er | |
| You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic | |
| Don't bet it, you should give me a little credit | |
| I grew up where it's equivalent to none (none) | |
| Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms) | |
| Hollerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin | |
| At ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like | |
| We burn pipes, it's over | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Lil' Fame] | |
| I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers feel me, I want my goon | |
| Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean mother****ing shi | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green mother****ing shi | |
| (First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition son | |
| We heavy metal, what's your love? (Ghetto prisoners) | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother****er | |
| [Billy Danze] | |
| Aiyo we live by the code of the streets | |
| Move wit our peeps | |
| Since it's hard to eat, we hardly sleep | |
| I put my life on the line every step of the way | |
| It's for a good cause (for you and yours) of course | |
| Okay, now that we establish that | |
| Roll Call+Warriorz+Mother****ers where the **** that money a | |
| I know you got it, and I want it Jack | |
| Just give me half of that | |
| Take the other half and get yourself another pack | |
| And I'll be back for that |
| zuo ci : Christopher Martin W. Winston P. Stubblefield L. Lovett L. Hancock J. Grinnage E. Murry G. Hawkins | |
| zuo qu : Christopher Martin W. Winston P. Stubblefield L. Lovett L. Hancock J. Grinnage E. Murry G. Hawkins | |
| In the year 2000... | |
| MOP still bangin | |
| Firing Squad! | |
| The last generation... | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| All right let me brake it down one for time for you | |
| Roll Call Warriorz You mother er | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain' t playin no mother ing game | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother the East Coast, this is N. Y., N. Y | |
| Roll Call Warriorz NINE, make mother ers MI | |
| And I spray a, it' s Fizzy Womack truck | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers don' t get in my wa | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trac | |
| Fight along with the shell aces | |
| Holler if you hear me | |
| I turn your head into a skeleton skull | |
| And leave it hollow if you hear me | |
| I keep it funky, understand me son | |
| I rock my Timb' s untied, I don' t plan to run | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers see Lil' Fame creep thru the back stree | |
| With my aluminum ass whoopa in the backseat | |
| Roll Call Warriorz What the is this? Your Van Damme flick, that' s cut | |
| Roll Call Warriorz But I' m hear to upp your day d | |
| Yes yes yes yes yo | |
| I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin | |
| Chorus: M. O. P. Teflon | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Fizzy Womack clackclack reportin for Roll Call | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Bert Dog BuckaBlaow reportin for Roll Call | |
| Billy Danze | |
| Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? | |
| BIDouble LYDANZE Danze | |
| Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer | |
| Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Y' all mother ers remember, 1993 MOP what it' s goin b | |
| Just make it loud and clear | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Come here mother ers, I can' t hear mother er | |
| Roll Call Warriorz I' m deaf in one ear mother er yeah mother er | |
| You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I' m sympathetic | |
| Don' t bet it, you should give me a little credit | |
| I grew up where it' s equivalent to none none | |
| Wit blood in my palm palm, I walk wit my arms arms | |
| Hollerin marksmen uhhuh, in the dark and the punks sparkin barkin | |
| At ease soldier, it' s the untouchable type, that you like | |
| We burn pipes, it' s over | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers feel me, I want my goon | |
| Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean mother ing shi | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green mother ing shi | |
| First Faaaaaaam Feel the premonition son | |
| We heavy metal, what' s your love? Ghetto prisoners | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Racka bungbung Racka bungbung rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother er | |
| Billy Danze | |
| Aiyo we live by the code of the streets | |
| Move wit our peeps | |
| Since it' s hard to eat, we hardly sleep | |
| I put my life on the line every step of the way | |
| It' s for a good cause for you and yours of course | |
| Okay, now that we establish that | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers where the that money a | |
| I know you got it, and I want it Jack | |
| Just give me half of that | |
| Take the other half and get yourself another pack | |
| And I' ll be back for that |
| zuò cí : Christopher Martin W. Winston P. Stubblefield L. Lovett L. Hancock J. Grinnage E. Murry G. Hawkins | |
| zuò qǔ : Christopher Martin W. Winston P. Stubblefield L. Lovett L. Hancock J. Grinnage E. Murry G. Hawkins | |
| In the year 2000... | |
| MOP still bangin | |
| Firing Squad! | |
| The last generation... | |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey | |
| All right let me brake it down one for time for you | |
| Roll Call Warriorz You mother er | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Yo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain' t playin no mother ing game | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother the East Coast, this is N. Y., N. Y | |
| Roll Call Warriorz NINE, make mother ers MI | |
| And I spray a, it' s Fizzy Womack truck | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers don' t get in my wa | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trac | |
| Fight along with the shell aces | |
| Holler if you hear me | |
| I turn your head into a skeleton skull | |
| And leave it hollow if you hear me | |
| I keep it funky, understand me son | |
| I rock my Timb' s untied, I don' t plan to run | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers see Lil' Fame creep thru the back stree | |
| With my aluminum ass whoopa in the backseat | |
| Roll Call Warriorz What the is this? Your Van Damme flick, that' s cut | |
| Roll Call Warriorz But I' m hear to upp your day d | |
| Yes yes yes yes yo | |
| I step to em backwards, about face and start clappin | |
| Chorus: M. O. P. Teflon | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, exercising my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Fizzy Womack clackclack reportin for Roll Call | |
| International, bell ringer, ruckus bringer | |
| Downtown swinga, SS Thousand, my index finger | |
| We here with the whole squad, First Family empire | |
| Bert Dog BuckaBlaow reportin for Roll Call | |
| Billy Danze | |
| Yo, what if I leave you where you stand? | |
| BIDouble LYDANZE Danze | |
| Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. Simmer | |
| Before I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Y' all mother ers remember, 1993 MOP what it' s goin b | |
| Just make it loud and clear | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Come here mother ers, I can' t hear mother er | |
| Roll Call Warriorz I' m deaf in one ear mother er yeah mother er | |
| You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I' m sympathetic | |
| Don' t bet it, you should give me a little credit | |
| I grew up where it' s equivalent to none none | |
| Wit blood in my palm palm, I walk wit my arms arms | |
| Hollerin marksmen uhhuh, in the dark and the punks sparkin barkin | |
| At ease soldier, it' s the untouchable type, that you like | |
| We burn pipes, it' s over | |
| Chorus | |
| Lil' Fame | |
| I rip ya body on a Nagamichi system | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers feel me, I want my goon | |
| Straight bumpin the tunes of Makaveli | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Headed to Queens kid, bumpin some mean mother ing shi | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Bumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green mother ing shi | |
| First Faaaaaaam Feel the premonition son | |
| We heavy metal, what' s your love? Ghetto prisoners | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Racka bungbung Racka bungbung rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, mother er | |
| Billy Danze | |
| Aiyo we live by the code of the streets | |
| Move wit our peeps | |
| Since it' s hard to eat, we hardly sleep | |
| I put my life on the line every step of the way | |
| It' s for a good cause for you and yours of course | |
| Okay, now that we establish that | |
| Roll Call Warriorz Mother ers where the that money a | |
| I know you got it, and I want it Jack | |
| Just give me half of that | |
| Take the other half and get yourself another pack | |
| And I' ll be back for that |
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