Roll Call

[Hook] This for all y'all Roll call If you're live then state your name It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)? [Verse 1: Mike Rocks] It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans back in '01 Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater Chicago getter, inside all leather Point a live nigga out if you know one Talking about a shopping spree, damn, now we on one I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in Throw it in the bag, like the bag that the chips in Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting Thinking about our existence and sticking to the mission You could get a lot off top Or you could get that pot that you piss in Depends if you was listening We've been to Michigan Ave with bag handles on hand And sandals on sand ain't a better match Put 20 on the game, man that's plenty in the tank But never scratch, let me bet 'em back [Hook] [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop The governor, the mayor, the president, the rest of them I'm dressed in Guess jeans, pocket buzzing text messages Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter Right hand jab job to your face like we're fighting Uppercutting niggas up, feeling tougher than a leather seat To the ground like I threw you down from a couple stories Don't drop it, don't lock my door I got the key in the ignition, we at the corner store kicking it This is it, nigga this that shit Them live rap rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid Not that fake soy meat boneless McRibs Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless You looking like us and we ain't even get started! That's why we don't believe you Fuck it man, power to the people [Hook] [Verse 3: Asher Roth] Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement I've been waiting for the warm weather This sweater's getting heavy on me Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready Like a wrestler, mentally in shape I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight Tied tight around on my waist, run a mile under 3 It's a breeze, I can do it all angles, 90 degrees Gotta keep the knees up, young buck never ease up Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach Mike rock Economs while I be on physics JP engineers while Chuck instructs English We up in this Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dunce You come sit front and center Pay attention to the lessons of professors Speaking to our generation: now or never [Hook] x2 [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper] Chip 216 It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy? A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti Ride 'round LA blowing them trees I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed So I can pay her in full With this penis, she says she needs a Raging Bull Husband must be fired and Paypal's the new-new, no need to wire that Invoice balance, sweat is the challenge Hop on turnpikes, smoke out Impalas 'Scalade, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do! Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you [Hook] [Verse 5: Boldy James] James Jones from the drug zone The smiley happy ? and the black troops I had them Grandmama's with React Juice Started with the Guess fit, gun on my belt loop The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh Closet like a box of Chex Mix Triple fat Goose Rocking Goretexes, Dunks, and Air Max boots My C-B-3-4 Charles Barkley Had me ducking all my teachers in hall sweeps Took me running from police on the concrete Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike Team Wolverine, U of M Huraches They call me Jimmy King of the concrete And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beef With this Byzantine on my Coq Sportif We the winning team, get some courtside seats