Ab-Soul - TDE Roll Call lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] West coast tsunami come jump inside of a wave pool Fresh out the county with beepers over their ankles b**hes and bugs their earlobes flooded with bengals 38 slug pa**enger seat let it bang you I was born the same year you was rocking a kangol 20 years later my style favor a kangaroo Jumping off the ground im tapping the star spangle Banner with manners over ignorant lost angels Cameras flash nappy hippy from every angle Hammers will blast snap and hit you from every angle Like a p**no no h*mo you wear rainbow I'm with a bad chick that can s** on my mandingo Your making publicity stunts to make your name blow Im dropping c4 every month to make my name blow Drive a hoopty every month like its a range rove Get in on the pa**enger side because the door broke Take you on a natural high this is for short dope Watch you go be outside then give you more dope Im gonna flood the streets outside go buy a raincoat Open the door my tapes fall out your Durango West coast till im gone and wearing a halo Til then im ready for war lets play halo Take down the fifth of Hennessy and watch the day go Bye like farewell can somebody just pray for Me like holiest priest on gods payroll Tabernacle to all the Church's chickens I ate on Its K.Dot you motherf**er motherf**er mother blucka blucka bring a ruckus better duck em make you suffer quick s** a dick [Verse 2: SchoolBoy Q] Look, coming from g**ners and palm trees Eating on polly seed and bomb weed In walla bees better let my wallet sees throwing up the set while I'm chillin in the summer breeze You n***as really want the gun to squeeze And im shootin from nutting Backseat with the window down ready for ducking I ain't riding shotgun unless I gotta shotgun f** around and pop one leave your f**in' top done Like the body shop on a mardi gras Bad little b**h keep the gat in the party bra You know I'm ready to shoot you know I recruit give me the loot like Big Poppa who shot ya noodle n***as over cheese make pasta Top dawg sit at the table we all mobster Never pa**ed english and grammar still proper [Jay Rock] My n***as we all gotcha [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] My n***as is all shottas And n***as ain't nothing but b**hes they all gossip My words come hard like a bishop in tranquilizer And murder goes hand and hand like sanitizers I been a problem shootout to Problem [Verse 4: Jay Rock] My gun blow then I get low Like a stripper my n***a no h*mo Take a puff of the swisher then get dozed I do this for my n***as who is locked up in the prisons that can't get out of them systems there's no hope So my mentality gotta be cut throat Everytime that I spit it I provoke Jay Rock for president go vote Put them in a state of shock like a million votes I'd go big before I would go broke I got bundles of snow so come snope Big bottles of henny who wanna toast Big bags of green who wanna smoke Its on me im a do it for the coast Rock city my city till I'm gone I'm a make it I can feel it in my bones [Verse 5: Ab-Soul] Yeah, I came in with the same precision as Pablo Your visions at moe's whip and Diablos City on my shoulder like a poncho And I treat the booth like el baño Get a whiff of that And when its show time i'll take you to the Cinemax Los Angeles on the fitted cap Committed like Richard Pryor and getting stacks Yo Punch they think that history is a joke read up on how they brought Woodstock to watch for black folks California souls, you say the west ain't unified like the LA school district you must've missed it Riding around my old junior high high, remaniscing I have the same goals now But I never thought for a second I needed Snoop and Dre to help me out No debit give me all of the credit SOUL