Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz Roll Call Lyrics

[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' a__ flauntin' a__,!
Be some real a__ trill a__
Be some ho a__!
homie a__ rapper!
Be some head-bussin' gangsta a__, gangsta a__ !
Be some runnin' and scarey a__, scarey a__!
Be some Roy Jones beat ya a__, beat ya a__ !
Be some cake and handcuffin,! handcuffin a__!
Be some "Send them girls out!" "girls out!" !
Be some tricking "Don't pay them , pay them!"
Be some Don Juan pimpin' a__!
Be some 22 havin' a__!
Be some chopper street sweepin' a__, sweepin' a__!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' a__, a__!
Be some dirty bird movin' a__!
Be some kissin' security a__, security a__!
them girls and let 'em know a__, a__, a__!

[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
Cuz 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 b__p
Get yo testifyin a__ 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
Cuz 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 b___er man
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other man
Cuz my skeet never LEAK
OUT THIS RUBBER mayne
TNA ain't workin' out my a__ DNA
That crazy *itch have ya a__ 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!)

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