Chamillionaire - Roll Call Reloaded(Fire Drill) lyrics

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Chamillionaire - Roll Call Reloaded(Fire Drill) lyrics

[Intro] Chamilitary Mayne! (Fire Drill) Chamilitary Mayne!! (Fire Drill) You already know who it is - Major Pain (Fire Drill) Cause I stay bringing the majors pain (More fire!) Hold up, right now cla** is in session So what we need to do is, run a fire drill real quick Y'all know the routine (Fire Drill) Stop, drop, now (Chamilitary boy!) Stop, drop, now (I run this!) Aye! [Verse 1] They told me "Koopa you the best," and then I said "I know!" It's the Mixtape Messiah show so here it go part fo' Revenge is a dish that is best served cold So I walked into the kitchen and made them turn off the stove How the heck you asking me whether or not I'm the real I been terrorizing y'all way before I ever got a deal Backyard a little bigger than a soccer field I been on so many beaches, I forgot how socks should feel Album coming, put the King on your gift list Rip your pink slip, cause I'm to sick to be dismissed "F" what you think, I know I'm lyrically gifted Like the kid that opened up a rap booklet on Christmas You win it then you lose it, they just say that's life Then you pull out that Ferrari, then they say "That's nice!" [Hook] The industry is saying that boy got sk**s (Fire Drill) And the streets is saying that boy so real (Fire Drill) Give that boy a tracka nd that boy Chamill' (Fire Drill) Always give you somethin that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill) "Gotta give you somethin that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)" [X4] [Verse 2 - Imitating Young Jeezy] Yeah! Still in the streets, still sticking 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 "Damn" 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 [Verse 3 - Imitating Jim Jones] Some of them be talking 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 Tuckin' in they j**elry cause they thinkin we gon' rob 'em And you know how we be mobbin Police lady talking bout the trouble that we causing (keep it moving) You gon' have to keep it moving darling And we gon' keep on doing what we doing and we ain't pausin' [Verse 4 - 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*utty just like Almond and Joy Programmed to k**, get beat, I destroy Whatever to get the money, little duffle bag boy [Verse 5 - Imitating Plies] Dope boy, gotta feel me, I'm real tight Doing what I really say I do in real life Check out 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 [Verse 6 - 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 Pulling off in my scrape and it black on black like I'm Darth Vader [Verse 7 - 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 showing a icepack Loyal to the streets, I hand you the mic back I put down my pistol and whodi you get slapped But it ain't even fun cause I know he won't fight back Can't leave the streets, they love me just like crack I'm like Uncle Sam, yeah homie, I like that [Verse 8 - Imitating Rick Ross] Other rappers just be having 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 floss [Verse 9 - Imitating Rich Boy] Nobody selling that, record labels falling 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 [Verse 10 - 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 hue 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 riding solo and I'm lookin out for popo [Verse 11 - 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) That mean the falsifyin' and 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) Talking bout you keep it gangsta, only half of you might [Verse 12 - Imitating The Game] I'm an N.W.A., no manners and bad grammar Surrendering for what? No waiving the bandanna Tim the Tool Man how I handle the damn hammer Try to punk me and I'm breaking that man camera Just tell MTV to send a 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 Mashing in the Lamborghini like the cops on my heels [Verse 13 - Imitating Jay-Z] I ain't even writing homie, I just press record And know you'll 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 to the bank G5 everywhere, get a million miles on a tank [Hook] The industry is saying that boy got sk**s (Fire Drill) And the streets is saying that boy so real (Fire Drill) Give that boy a track and that boy Chamill' (Fire Drill) Always give you somethin that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill) "Gotta give you somethin that you boys gon' feel (Fire Drill)" [X4] [Outro - 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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