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 (Uh huh) being called (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 wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' 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-ya-ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas! Be some cake-and-handcuffin'-ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Be some "Send them hoes out!"-ass n*ggas!
Y'all n*ggas! Be some trickin' "Don't 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! So f*ck them hoes and break they jaw, ass n*ggas!
[Chorus: Lil Jon & Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' 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'm a mean n*gga, you's afraid 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, wit' a groupa 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 ya pappy, n*gga
It's Ice Cube, n*gga, and Lil' Jon, n*gga
So if ya drunk, n*gga, keep it crunk, n*gga
To you punk n*gga, feel the bump n*gga
Get ya 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 Skeltah", 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 wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' 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
b*tch n*ggas get dealt wit motherf*ckin' real quick!
Ice 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 get a b*tch, n*ggas 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, naw, 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 ya 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 wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' my n*ggas, ho! (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit' 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
Real n*ggas from the east and we act a f*ckin' beast
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 ya f*ckin' card
My midwest n*ggas hard, quick to pull ya 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!)