Real n*gga Roll Call lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Right about now (What's up?)
It's time for the 'Real n*gga Roll Call'
Now when you hear your city or state being called (Uh huh, what)
You put your motherf*ckin' middle finger up in this b*tch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabama, Chicago, The Carolinas, Nap Town
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York n*ggas, Texas, you know!

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Y'all n*ggas!
Some old flexin'-ass flauntin'-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some real-ass trill-ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some ho-ass pus*y-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta-ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some runnin'-ass scary-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some Roy Jones beat your ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some cakin', handcuffin'-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out" ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some trickin', ol' pay them hoes" n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Bishop Don Juan pimpin'-ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some .22-havin'-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas!
Some f*ck them hoes and break they jaw, ass n*ggas!
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
See, I'ma mean n*gga
You's a friend, n*gga
Ol' pretend n*gga
Smile and grin, n*gga
I hate a false n*gga
Diana Ross n*gga
So if ya lost, n*gga
Meet the "Boss n*gga"
He's a super n*gga
With a group of n*gga
Act stupid, n*gga
I'll f*ckin' nuke a n*gga!
'Cause you's a happy n*gga
And I'm a nappy n*gga
f*ckin' scrappy n*gga
Meet your pappy, n*gga!
It's Ice Cube, n*gga
And Lil' Jon, n*gga
So if you're drunk, n*gga
Keep it crunk, n*gga
'Til you punk n*gga
Feel the bump n*gga
Get your testifying ass in the trunk, n*gga!
You wanna tell, n*gga?
I'll dump a shell n*gga
Send a frail n*gga
Straight to hell n*gga
That's ya shelter, n*gga
"Heltah-a-Skelta" n*gga
And when I belt a n*gga
God help a n*gga!
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)

[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil' click up in the club, n*gga
I see y'all n*ggas over there, talkin' that sh*t
But you know what, n*gga (What?)
b*tch n*ggas get dealt with motherf*ckin' real quick! (Get 'em Cube!)

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Here we come, boy
Real n*ggas shoot to kill
Better run, boy
Or you can tell me how I feel
As a real n*gga
Rich n*gga, go getter
b*tch n*gga know better
Hoes better do what I say
'Cause I'm 'Insane in the Brain' (Insane in the brain)
b*tch, I got Rick James in my veins
Real n*ggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll through the gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
Cut 'em like it's butter, mayne
Skeet-skeet-skeet
Nah, that's the other mayne
'Cause my skeet
Never leak out this rubber, mayne
T&A ain't worth a n*gga's DNA
That crazy b*tch'll have your ass off E&J (Crazy b*tch)
Fake n*ggas got these real b*tches bein' gay
'Til my peoples come around
It's like night and day
Now she wanna change her God
And the way she pray
Authentic n*ggas only know
That's the playa way!
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck with my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)
Motherf*ck that n*gga! (Motherf*ck that b*tch!)

[Verse 4: Lil Jon]
We runnin' this b*tch
Y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
We runnin' this b*tch
Y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
We in the club gettin' crunk
You in the club gettin' stomped!
We in the club gettin' crunk
You in the club gettin' stomped!
We in the hood on the block
You in the hood gettin' shot!
We in the hood on the block
You in the hood gettin' shot!
We quick to show you what we 'bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth!
We quick to show you what we 'bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth!
We real n*ggas from the east
And we act a f*ckin' beast!
We real n*ggas from the east
And we act a f*ckin' beast!
We gangsta n*ggas from the west
Puttin' holes in ya vest!
We gangsta n*ggas from the west
Puttin' holes in ya vest!
My midwest n*ggas hard
Quick to pull your f*ckin' card!
My midwest n*ggas hard
Quick to pull your f*ckin' card!
And down south we set it off
Blow ya f*ckin' face off!
And down south we set it off
Blow ya f*ckin' face off!
(Real n*gga roll call!)