Real n*gga Roll Call (Chopped & Screwed) 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
You put your motherf*ckin' middle finger up in this b*tch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabama, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nap Town
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York n*ggas (You ain't know?)
Texas

[Chorus: Lil Jon and Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b****)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Y'all b*tches! Flexin'-flexin' ass flauntin' ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Real-real ass trill ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Ho-ho ass pus*y ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Head-head-bustin' gangsta ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Runnin'-runnin' ass scary ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Roy-Roy Jones beat ya ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Cake-cake and handcuffin' ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! "Send them-Send them hoes out!" ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Tricking-tricking off pay them hoes ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Don-Don Juan pimpin' ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! .22-.22 havin' ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Chopper-chopper street sweepin' ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Ol' half-ol' half ounce sеllin' ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Dirty-dirty bird movin' ass n*ggas!
Your n*ggas! Kissin'-kissin' security ass ass n*ggas!
My n*ggas! Them hoes-thеm hoes and break they jaw ass n*ggas!
(You ain't know?)
[Chorus: Lil Jon and Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b****)

[Verse 2: Ice Cube & Lil Jon]
See I'mma mean n*gga, yous 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 the n*gga
Cause yous 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
Til' you punk n*gga, feel the bump n*gga
Get yo 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 ta hell n*gga
Thats ya shelter n*gga, "Heltah-a-Skelta" n*gga
And when I belt a n*gga (You ain't know?), they ain't helpin' n*gga
[Chorus: Lil Jon and Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b****)

[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Yeah (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 & Lil Jon]
Here we come boy
Real n*ggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel real real b*tch b*tch n*gga go get a b*tch
As a real b*tch b*tch n*gga go get a b*tch
As a real b*tch b*tch n*gga go get a b*tch no no
Hoes-hoes better do what I say
Cause I'm "Insane in the Brain"
b*tch I got Rick James in my veins
Real n*ggas never change, we just let it bang
Roll thru the gutter, daddy-daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its 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*ggas DNA
That crazy b*tch'll have ya ass off E&J
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 all know that's the playa way (You ain't know?)
[Chorus: Lil Jon and Ice Cube]
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
Y'all n*ggas can't f*ck wit my n*gga's ho (pus*y n*gga)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b*tch)
f*ck-f*ck that n*gga (Motherf*ck that b****)

[Verse 4: Lil Jon]
We runnin this b*tch, n*ggas-n*ggas ain't sh*t
Runnin-runnin this b*tch, n*ggas-n*ggas ain't sh*t
The club-club gettin' crunk, club-club gettin' stomped
The club-club gettin' crunk, club-club gettin' stomped
The hood-hood on the block, you in the hood gettin' shot
The hood-hood on the block, you in the hood gettin' shot
We show you-show you what we bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth
We show you-show you what we bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth
Real n*ggas-n*ggas from the east and we act a f*ckin' beast
Real n*ggas-n*ggas from the east and we act a f*ckin' beast
We n*ggas-n*ggas from the west, puttin' holes in ya vest
We n*ggas-n*ggas from the west, puttin' holes in ya vest
My west-west n*ggas hard, quick ta pull ya f*ckin' card
My west-west n*ggas hard, quick ta pull ya f*ckin' card
And south-and south we set if off, blow ya f*ckin' face off
And south-and south we set if off, blow ya f*ckin' face off
(Real n*gga roll call)