[Intro: Chuck Inglish + Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's like
Live cats think like Voltron
This sound good
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
It's Mike Rocks, take a look up top
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I had the Iceberg sweaters and the jeans back in '01
Daffy Duck running on the stomach of that sweater
Chicago-getter, inside all leather
Point a live nigga out if you know one
Talking about a shopping spree, damn, now we on one
I'm just kidding, ain't gonna be no bag-getting
Casino-ass niggas always throw their chips in
Throw it in the bag, like the bag that the chips in
Bag after bag of that cabbage we twisting
Thinking about our existence and sticking to the mission
You could get a lot off top
Or you could get that pot that you piss in
Depends if you was listening
We've been to Michigan Ave with bag handles on hand
And sandals on sand ain't a better match
Put 20 on the game, man, that's plenty in the tank
But never scratch, let me bet 'em back
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + Chuck Inglish]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
It's Charles Chop and this shit don't stop
[Verse 2: Chuck Inglish]
The governor, the mayor, the president, the rest of them
I'm dressed in Guess jeans, pocket buzzing text messages
Left hand roll it, pass me the lighter
Right hand jab jaw up to your face like we're fighting
Uppercutting niggas up, feeling tougher than a leather seat
To the ground like I threw you down from a couple stories
Don't drop it, don't lock my door
I got the key in the ignition, we at the corner store kicking it
This is it, nigga, this that shit
Them live rap rhymes that'll stick to your ribs, kid
Not that fake soy meat boneless McRibs
Bite this, homie, that's bad for your wellness
Health insurance coverage couldn't cover regardless
You looking like us and we ain't even get started!
That's why we don't believe you
Fuck it, man, power to the people
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + Asher Roth]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
Yeah
[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
Now, what you know about a cold winter in the middle of Chicago
Sitting 20 inches of precipitation on the pavement?
I've been waiting for the warm weather
This sweater's getting heavy on me
Getting sweaty while I'm getting ever-ready
Like a wrestler, mentally in shape
I train about 5 times a day for like 9 hours straight
Tied tight around on my waist, run a mile under 3
It's a breeze, I can do it all angles, 90 degrees
Gotta keep the knees up, young buck never ease up
Kids take a seat, it's time to meet teach
Mike rock econom's while I be on physics
JP engineers while Chuck instructs English
We up in this
Don't think for one minute I'll play dumb, you dunce
You come sit front and center
Pay attention to the lessons of professors
Speaking to our generation: now or never
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks + King Chip]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
For all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
Chip 2-1-6, it only take about
[Verse 4: King Chip]
An hour for a young G to get ready
How long it's gonna take you lightweights to get heavy?
A lot of niggas got rock, but my rock's steady
Consistent, a couple misfits with some 'fetti
Ride 'round L.A., blowing them trees
I need a soccer mom like that MILF off 'Weeds' who sell weed
So I can pay her in full
With this penis, she says she needs a Raging Bull
Husband must be fired and PayPal's the new-new
No need to wire that invoice balance, sweat is the challenge
Hop on turnpikes, smoke out Impalas
'Scalade, Benz, Lex, whatever I decide to
Chuck don't fuck with foreign cars, but I do!
Louis covers up the eyes with your Piru
And shut these corny-rapping niggas once I eye you
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks & Boldy James]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like, bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
James Jones from the Drug Zone
[Verse 5: Boldy James]
When Smiley had the Van Gracks forums and them black troops
I had the Grandmamas with React Juice (Cons)
Started with the GUESS fit, gun on my belt loop
The black-on-black Force 1s with the black swoosh (1s)
Closet like a box of Chex Mix (Round 10 News)
Bang, straps dangling, Triple FAT Goose
Rocking GoreTexes, Dunks, and Air Max boots
My CB 34 Charles Barkley (Chucks)
Had me ducking all my teachers in hall sweeps (Yeah)
Took me running from police on the concrete
Without scuffing my Timberland or Nike
Team Wolverine, U of M Huaraches
They call me Jimmy King of the Concrete
And I'm Jimmy Dean: high top beef (Blocks)
With this Byzantine on my Coq Sportif (ConCreature)
We the winning team, get some courtside seats
[Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks]
This for all y'all (All y'all) – roll call (Roll call)
If alive, then state your name (Yo)
It's like, bust that (Bust that), who's that? (Who was that?)
