Chamillionaire Roll Call Reloaded Lyrics
            [Chamillionaire]
            Industry is saying that boy got skills
            And the streets is saying that boy so real
            Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'?
            Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
            "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Young Jeezy] Yeeeeeaaah!
            Still in the streets, still stickin to the plan (plan)
            All this ice on me, got a frosted out hand (hand)
            White coloured Lam' lookin like a snowman (man)
            Hundred karat chain, see the neck, they like "Daaaaamn"
            Cheah, y'all know me
            Eff the industry, I'm still the same old G
            Serve to the streets till you lames O.D.
            Mixtapes like crack, the next thang's on me
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Jim Jones]
            Some of them be talkin but snitch is what we call 'em (snitches)
            I be gettin gwop way from Houston down to Harlem (Harlem)
            We twenty deep if it's a problem
            Don't want nothin truly cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em
            And you know how we be mobbin
            Police lady talkin bout the trouble that we causin (keep it movin)
            You gon' have to keep it movin darlin
            And we gon' keep on doin what we doin and what we causin
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Lil Wayne]
            Yeah! Young Millionaire, they can't deal with this swagger
            Feel the banana, will squeeze the hammer
            I see your forehead, it will see the handle
            Will eat your money, will feed your ama-
            ammo, Rambo, I will enjoy
            I am nutting if she's s___ty just like Almond and Joy
            Programmed to kill, get beat, I destroy
            Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Plies]
            Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight
            Doin what I really say I do in real life
            Cheque got the chain homie, this some real ice
            A hundred and fifty K for it, that's the real price
            Bust it baby, wanna give me in her living room
            Making music for the hustlers and the real goons
            Let 'em know, album bout to hit 'em real soon
            All you rappers gon' have to make a little room
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating E-40]
            I don't know what the problem is, pockets thick
            as a hippopotamus (hippopotamus)
            Breezy lookin in the dash of my drop top, tryna
            see what mileage is (the mileage is)
            She done flunked about fifteen somethin colleges
            Your opinion is irrelevant as a XXL columnist
            So tell that breezy she better be a skater (skater)
            She's best to get up out of here cause the
            pimp like me won't date her
            Uhhh, I'm a pimp, you the one that paid her
            Pullin off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating B.G.]
            Hopped off the porch and homie didn't like that
            So now I roll solo and don't even like cats
            Chain lookin frozen, I'm showin a icepack
            Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back
            I put down my pistol and boy they get slapped
            But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back
            Cain't leave the streets, they love me just like crack
            I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Rick Ross]
            Other rappers just be havin million dollar thoughts
            I'm a rapper that can pull a million out my vault
            Do it like boss, don't matter what the cost
            White on white Phantom, sittin fat, I gotta frost
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy]
            Nobody sellin that, record labels fallin back
            Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack
            Show these other rappers and these fun trappers how to act
            Throw-throw some D's on it and put some more on top of that
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Snoop Dogg]
            She approached me, I ain't approach her
            I had a forty-ounce on my coaster
            You know I want to hit that west coaster
            Candy car blue, that's the hew on my roadster
            And the same color on my low-low
            Got a couple homies with that chronic for the low-low
            For sho' though, and I ain't with the snitchin, that's a no-no
            That's why I'm ridin solo and I'm lookin out for popo
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Bun B]
            I'm off the metre, they want me to let 'em
            know what's the deal (deal)
            Cause I'm a Texas player that's only gon' keep it trill (trill)
            You ain't gotta look for no longer, the trill is here (here)
            No need for falsifying, them fakers gon' disappear (disappear)
            Probably shouldn't give a trill rapper the mic
            Cause he gon' kick that realness and
            trill ish that they like (like)
            And the street credibility gon' match to the hype (hype)
            Talkin bout you keep it gangsta, only happens you might
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating The Game]
            I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar
            Surrenderin for what? No wavin the bandanna
            Tell the tool man how I handle the d___ hammer
            Try to punk me and I'm breakin that man camera
            Just tell MTV to send The Doctor the bill
            And if the bill make it there, you'll need a doctor for real
            Keep a chopper on his seat to keep a watch on my wheels
            Mashin in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating Jay-Z]
            I ain't even writin homie, I just press record
            And all you say is great before I make it to the course
            Hear your little voice tryna make a little noise
            Till I let you little boys see my picture in the Forbes
            Tell Forbes to get it straight
            Cause they gon' have to account for what I do with the tapes
            I never bounce a check, I don't even bounce a bank
            G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank
        
            [Chamillionaire]
            Industry is saying that boy got skills
            And the streets is saying that boy so real
            Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'?
            Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel
            "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel" [X4]
        
            [Chamillionaire imitating The Dream]
            Shawty rock to the beat for your boy Shaw-ty, do it
            Ay-ay, got a fleet full of toys
            Whole bunch of blue whips
            Gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
            I be gettin cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
            You know I be grindin, grindin, grindin daily
            Grindin, grindin, grindin daily
        
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