Artist: Joe Budden Album: Mood Muzik 3: For Better or For Worse Song: Roll Call Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Sometimes a nigga need theme music (uh huh) Sometimes you gotta set a mood Let's dim these lights in this motherfuckin booth Dim the lights out there too I don't need to see you niggaz too much (Jump Off ...) Can't be Mood Muzik without a mood (it's) But look (it's), look, it's what? (it's that On Top Music) [DJ On Point - talking over Intro] The name of this shit right here is called Roll Call [Chorus - Joe Budden] Niggaz on my left (yeah), niggaz on my right (yeah) Does anybody wanna hear some real shit tonight? (yeah) Real as it'll get (yeah), holster on my hip (yeah) Is anybody tired of that bubble gum shit? (yeah) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] They say hip hop is dead or on life support Maybe not, that could be somethin I just thought I just ought to jump in, fightin the sport How you expect to be heard, when your mic is off? I would love to go and browse through the Ride Report But ain't a car in that motherfucker I can afford See niggaz tryin to block the road Rather then my label drop "The Growth", they should drop us both (oh) See I could scream Def Jam and what they used to be But that ain't for me to say, that's for you to see (if it ain't) If not Method Man or Redman, Ghostface, Young Gunz Need I say Freeway, the proof is me Still don't believe me, then where's Peedi Peedi? They ain't really givin a fuck unless you Jeezy That's what my mind say Just know if you ain't the President or Kanye, you won't see the time of day [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Joe Budden] I'm so thankful that Come around these parts, we don't crank or snap, we aim and clap (oh!) Used to try to take the average rap fan, show 'em shit (but) But if they close-minded, who am I to open it? Rather spend time with a boujie broad Mean an actress, bad bitch, movie star Shallow bitches, only into jewelry, cars Still fuck with us, though that ain't who we are Soon as my wife gone, they jump on the python They ain't know I'm out to hit and run like Saigon Puttin back the ice on, had it screwed up Finally figured out that hate is the new love But I don't see how you get ahead that way When you team up with Envy like Red Cafe And all that blame is yours (nigga) You tryin to get a chain like floss I'm tryin to get a chain like stores Find me in Jers, line for squeeze work off safety Can't keep calm around these jerks, think beyond these words Treat the hood like MySpace, either become friends with the Tommy first (uh) So get found on the back of an empty carton Spray semi larkins for the bread like Remy Martin Don't mind me, "Last of a Dying Breed" Wanna take rap and bring it back to the '90's +Juicy+ inspired me, +C.R.E.A.M.+ made me angry +Get at Me Dog+ amped me, +Shook Ones+ ain't me I already know it's a tough state to follow When niggaz use to stay up late to watch Apollo Now it's ridiculous, all this shit's frivolous Niggaz ain't Macho Man, they Miss Elizabeth Break a Corona bottle, make me an ill shank Cut a bitch up like Bill Blanks doin still rank [Chorus] - ("that" is replaced with "this" in last line) [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] The media'll say anything to get at you Niggaz is transparent, I'm lookin right past you Henny is a bad dude, talkin 'bout he act rude So my new tattoo is God with a gavel Told baby girl if you wanna seduce me Just know my brain works like a Bonaduce My girlfriend say I use my charm too loosely I tell her I'm too fly to have to con for coochie Hella paper, tell a hater crib got a elevator On the waterfront, so yeah I oughta front Still times I feel like carryin chrome Or cheatin the system like I'm Marion Jones Tryin to +Sing For The Moment+, can't find the note Put the game in a choke hold, can't find his throat Hang with the big dogs, can't find the rope They tell me it's alive, I can't find the pulse, so my [Chorus] [Outro - Joe Budden - talking] Oh, naw don't stop nothin (cocksuckers!) AH! Taha, motherfucker I don't even want shit (you in that mood yet?) Keep my shit on The whole point is fuckin have something to bitch about [DJ On Point - talking over Outro] Shout to whole On Top Webb, Nitti Cokeesi, what up? Shout to my nigga Breezy, I see you Skane Dollar, whole Desert Storm