[{"id":19286880,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":304.117551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 304118\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":11319146,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":10692708,"name":"Roll Call (ft. Asher Roth, Chi","trackName":"Roll Call (ft. Asher Roth, Chi","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (ft. Asher Roth, Chi\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":305915,"name":"Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)","trackName":"Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? Get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? Get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":27874493,"name":"Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)","trackName":"Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? Get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (Feat. Chip The Ripper, Asher Roth & Boldly James)\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 304000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? Get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":16579030,"name":"Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, King Chip & Boldy James)","trackName":"Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, King Chip & Boldy James)","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, King Chip & Boldy James)\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 304000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":7143485,"name":"Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper & Boldy James)","trackName":"Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper & Boldy James)","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? Get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (feat. Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper & Boldy James)\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? Get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":3868219,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"Asher Roth/Boldy James/Chip Tha Ripper/The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? Get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call\n artist: Asher Roth/Boldy James/Chip Tha Ripper/The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? Get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":31436700,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. Asher Roth, King Chip & Boldy James","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call\n artist: The Cool Kids feat. Asher Roth, King Chip & Boldy James\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":29472443,"name":"Roll Call (featuring Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper and Boldy James)","trackName":"Roll Call (featuring Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper and Boldy James)","artistName":"The Cool Kids","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call (featuring Asher Roth, Chip tha Ripper and Boldy James)\n artist: The Cool Kids\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? get some courtside seats\n"},{"id":305914,"name":"Roll Call","trackName":"Roll Call","artistName":"The Cool Kids feat. Asher Roth, Chip Tha Ripper & Boldy James","albumName":"When Fish Ride Bicycles","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nIt's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n[Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\nI had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\nBack in '01\nDaffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\nChicago get it, inside all leather\nPoint a loud bitch out if you know one\nTalking about shopping sprees\nDamn, now we on one\nI'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\nCasino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\nThrow it in the bag, like\nThe bag that the chips in\nBag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\nThinking about our existence\nAnd sticking to the mission\nYou could get a lot off top\nOr you could get that pot that you piss in\nDepends if you was listening\nWe've been to Michigan Ave\nWith bag handles in hand\nAnd sandals on sand\nAin't a better match\nPut 20 on the game, man\nThat's plenty in the tank\nBut never scratch\nLet me battle back\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\nIt's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\nDon't stop. The governor, the mayor\nThe president, the rest of them\nI'm dressed in Guess jeans\nPocket buzzing text messages\nLeft hand roll it, pass me the lighter\nRight hand jab job to your face\nLike we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\nFeeling tougher than a leather seat\nTo the ground like I threw you down\nFrom a couple stories\nDon't drop it, don't lock my door\nI got the key in the ignition\nWe at the corner store kicking it\nThis is it, nigga this that shit\nThem? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\nNot that fake soy meat?\nBite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\nHealth insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\nYou looking like us and we ain't even get started!\nThat's why we don't believe you\nFuck it man, power to the people\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 3: Asher Roth]\nNow what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\nSitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\nI've been waiting for the warm weather\nThis sweater's getting heavy on me\nGetting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\nLike a wrestler, mentally in shape\nI train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\nTied tight around on my waist\nRun a mile under 3, it's a breeze\nI can do it all angles, 90 degrees\nGotta keep the knees up\nYoung Buck never ease up\nKids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\nMike rock Economs while I be on physics\nJP engineers while Chuck instructs English\nWe up in this\nDon't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\nYou come sit front and center\nPay attention to the lessons of professors\nSpeaking to our generation: now or never\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\nFor all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\nChip 216\nIt only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\nHow long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\nA lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\nConsistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\nRide 'round LA blowing them trees\nI need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\nSo I can pay her in full\nWith this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\nHusband must be fired and\nPaypal's the new-new\nNo need to wire that invoice balance\nSweat is the challenge\nHop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\nGallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\nChuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\nLouis covers up the eyes with your Piru\nAnd shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n[Hook]\nThis for all y'all\nRoll call\nIf you're live then state your name\nIt's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n[Verse 5: Boldy James]\nJames Jones from the drug zone\nThe simley happy?\nAnd the black troops\nI had to grab more? with react juice\nStarted with the? gun on my belt loop\nThe black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\nLike a box of Chex Mix\nTriple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\nAnd Air Max boots\nMy CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\nHad me dunking on my teachers in?\nTook me running from police on the concrete\nWithout scuffing my Timberland or Nike\nTeam Wolverine, you have been?\nThey call me King of the concrete\nAnd I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\nWith this? team on my? sport team\n? Get some courtside seats","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Roll Call\n artist: The Cool Kids feat. Asher Roth, Chip Tha Ripper & Boldy James\n album: When Fish Ride Bicycles\n duration_ms: 302000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top\n [Verse 1: Mike Rocks]\n I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans\n Back in '01\n Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater\n Chicago get it, inside all leather\n Point a loud bitch out if you know one\n Talking about shopping sprees\n Damn, now we on one\n I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting\n Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in\n Throw it in the bag, like\n The bag that the chips in\n Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting\n Thinking about our existence\n And sticking to the mission\n You could get a lot off top\n Or you could get that pot that you piss in\n Depends if you was listening\n We've been to Michigan Ave\n With bag handles in hand\n And sandals on sand\n Ain't a better match\n Put 20 on the game, man\n That's plenty in the tank\n But never scratch\n Let me battle back\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]\n It's Charles Chop and it this shit don't stop\n Don't stop. The governor, the mayor\n The president, the rest of them\n I'm dressed in Guess jeans\n Pocket buzzing text messages\n Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter\n Right hand jab job to your face\n Like we're fighting, uppercutting niggas up\n Feeling tougher than a leather seat\n To the ground like I threw you down\n From a couple stories\n Don't drop it, don't lock my door\n I got the key in the ignition\n We at the corner store kicking it\n This is it, nigga this that shit\n Them? rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid\n Not that fake soy meat?\n Bite this homie, that's bad for your wellness\n Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless\n You looking like us and we ain't even get started!\n That's why we don't believe you\n Fuck it man, power to the people\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 3: Asher Roth]\n Now what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago\n Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement\n I've been waiting for the warm weather\n This sweater's getting heavy on me\n Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready\n Like a wrestler, mentally in shape\n I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight\n Tied tight around on my waist\n Run a mile under 3, it's a breeze\n I can do it all angles, 90 degrees\n Gotta keep the knees up\n Young Buck never ease up\n Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach\n Mike rock Economs while I be on physics\n JP engineers while Chuck instructs English\n We up in this\n Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dumbs\n You come sit front and center\n Pay attention to the lessons of professors\n Speaking to our generation: now or never\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n For all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 4: Chip That Ripper]\n Chip 216\n It only take about an hour for a young G to get ready\n How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?\n A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady\n Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti\n Ride 'round LA blowing them trees\n I need a soccer mom like that MILF off Weeds who sell weed\n So I can pay her in full\n With this?, she says she needs a Raging Bull\n Husband must be fired and\n Paypal's the new-new\n No need to wire that invoice balance\n Sweat is the challenge\n Hop on turnpipes, smoke out in palace\n Gallaird, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to\n Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!\n Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru\n And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you\n [Hook]\n This for all y'all\n Roll call\n If you're live then state your name\n It's like bust that (bust that), who's that (who was that)?\n [Verse 5: Boldy James]\n James Jones from the drug zone\n The simley happy?\n And the black troops\n I had to grab more? with react juice\n Started with the? gun on my belt loop\n The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh\n Like a box of Chex Mix\n Triple fat Goose, rocking Goretex\n And Air Max boots\n My CD 3/4 Charles Barkley\n Had me dunking on my teachers in?\n Took me running from police on the concrete\n Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike\n Team Wolverine, you have been?\n They call me King of the concrete\n And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beat\n With this? team on my? sport team\n ? Get some courtside seats\n"}]