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Текст песни M.O.P. - Roll Call

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[Intro]In the year 2000... {M-O-P} still bangin{Firing Squad!} {The last generation...}Hey, hey, hey, heyAll right let me brake it down one for time for youYou motherfuckersYo Primo hold me down son, cuz we ain`t playin no motherfuckin games[Lil` Fame]Fuck the East Coast, this is N.Y., N.Y.N-I-N-E, make niggas M-I-AAnd I spray a, it`s Fizzy Womack truckBitch don`t get in my wayFuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to traceFight along with the shell acesHoller if you hear meI turn your head into a skeleton skullAnd leave it hollow if you hear meI keep it funky, understand me sonI rock my Timb`s untied, I don`t plan to runNiggas see Lil` Fame creep thru the back streetWith my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seatWhat the fuck is this? Your Van Damme flick, that`s cuteBut I`m hear to fuck up your day doYes (yes) yes (yes) yoI step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin[Chorus: M.O.P. & Teflon]International, bell ringer, ruckus bringerDowntown swinga, SS Thousand, my index fingerWe here with the whole squad, First Family empireFizzy Womack (clack-clack) reportin for Roll CallInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringerDowntown swinga, SS Thousand, my index fingerWe here with the whole squad, First Family empireBert Dog (Bucka-Blaow) reportin for Roll Call[Billy Danze]Yo, what if I leave you, will you stand?B-I-Double L-Y-D-A-N-Z-E (Danze)Back with a vengeance, listen Mr. SimmerBefore I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmerY`all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (M-O-P) what it`s goin beJust make it loud and clearCome here nigga, I can`t hear niggaI`m deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)You cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I`m sympatheticDon`t bet it, you should give me a little creditI grew up where it`s equivalent to none (none)Wit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)Hellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkinAt ease soldier, it`s the untouchable type, that you likeWe burn pipes, it`s over[Chorus][Lil` Fame]I rip ya body on a Nagamichi systemNigga feel me, I want my goonsStraight bumpin the tunes of MakaveliHeaded to Queens kid, bumpin some mean shitBumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit(First Faaaaaaam) Feel the premonition sonWe heavy metal, what`s your love? (Ghetto prisoners)Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker[Billy Danze]Aiyo we live by the code of the streetsMove wit our peepsSince it`s hard to eat, we hardly sleepI put my life on the line every step of the wayIt`s for a good cause (for you and yours) of courseOkay, now that we establish thatNigga where the fuck that money atI know you got it, and I want it JackJust give me half of thatTake the other half and get yourself another packAnd I`ll be back for that[Chorus]

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