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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Real N***a Roll Call (feat. Ice Cube) (Official Music Video)
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
지로
지로
보컬
Caleb Speir
Caleb Speir
베이스 기타
Bun B
Bun B
보컬
Joshua Lopez
Joshua Lopez
기타
Pimp C
Pimp C
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Chad Butler
Chad Butler
송라이터
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
송라이터
Joseph Howard Jr.
Joseph Howard Jr.
송라이터
Brian Jackson
Brian Jackson
송라이터
Joseph McVey
Joseph McVey
송라이터
John Okuribido
John Okuribido
송라이터
D Fekaris
D Fekaris
송라이터
Nick Zesses
Nick Zesses
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
John Bido
John Bido
프로듀서
Yung Fyngas
Yung Fyngas
프로듀서
Joe Traxx
Joe Traxx
프로듀서
Doug Fenske
Doug Fenske
어시스턴트 엔지니어
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
믹싱 엔지니어
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
믹싱 엔지니어
Bun B
Bun B
책임 프로듀서
Cory Mo
Cory Mo
레코딩 엔지니어
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
마스터링 엔지니어
J. Prince
J. Prince
책임 프로듀서
Mike Moe
Mike Moe
레코딩 엔지니어
Phillip Ramos
Phillip Ramos
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Pimp C
Pimp C
책임 프로듀서

가사

I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying Pussy nigga I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Pussy nigga, thinking you gon' kill me I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon' feel me I'ma blow you out the wate, with the 2-23 Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese Nigga talking 'bout robbing Chad Run up on me with that first will leave you stinking in the grass If you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're Baptist go to church See a hoe up in a nigga, gon' pull up a skirt That'll be some incredible shit Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch Go on try it I'm going live, they gon' need a shovel for you bitch I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot In a doggy dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck 'cause I just don't give one Thinking 'bout living a life where everything You do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one I know niggaz wanna kill me but I'm still riding pride 'Cause the Lord riding with me and that's the main reason why I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Some niggaz win and some niggaz lose Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying the blues Some niggaz already lost and ain't gon' lose no mo' Big shoes, hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo' Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe I was sagging in my khaki's 'fore Dickie's was cool Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets The young B.G.'s, really love to fuck Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk For the girls popping pussy and the boys with the blow Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here ripping for it hoe I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul It's a gift given from God and I'm keeping a tight hold The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up They laying boys down, they future they scooping up We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg For tomorrow so gon' 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool Kindergarteners was looking up to me in pre-school Down with Pimp C fool and P A T the town Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die
Writer(s): Dino Fekaris, Nick Zesses, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, John Okuribido, Joseph Jr. Howard, Brian Mitchell Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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