Текст песни Roll Call Reloaded (Chamillionaire) с переводом

Sorry but I’m real busy mayne

Grindin, I’m in the streets gettin change

You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone)

But I hope that it’s 'bout money mayne

I don’t wanna hear no other thang

Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone, phone, phone, phone,

phone, phone)

Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free

If it ain’t 'bout money stop callin me

Leave me alone if you ain’t talkin G’s

If your name ain’t on a damn caller ID (caller ID)

Uh, you ain’t even much, really fittin to talk to me

I keep it pimpin so don’t talk to me

If it ain’t 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)

Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock’s fallin (cheah)

Get money, then get more, while y’all stallin (stallin)

I just bought 'em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin

Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin

Try me just one time, I show you the proof

I got a bunch of Reggie Miller niggas ready to shot

Get hauled off with the sawed off, he called Snoop

Tall, skinny, yippy, small nigga, turquoise blue

All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggas feel me

I keep a loaded heater that’s a auto and a semi

I’m ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi

I’m blowin purple stuff, that’s purple stuff up in my kidney

Run it, hey

Lookin at the game, it’s like I need some more spitters

When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggas (run it)

Tired of you muggin me like you a born killer

I’ll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga

Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs

Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs)

Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank)

'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)

I’m ready, I don’t play, hey

Freaky deaky, freaky deaky, she know how I go

Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow

Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto

I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow

Your mind playin tricks if it’s not me your askin for

I leave 'em stranded, beggin, pleadin, they ask for more

Under 5 feet but yeah, I’m your master broad

Visa, American Express, even your MasterCard

It’s magnificent, look at that

Eye candy sprayed on my dash

Stacey Dash was the month before last

I replace the dash and she can’t be mad

Your talkin 'bout the south and close your mouth they should, yeah

Hope your ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah

Ridin candy red, I’m on that south braised wood, yeah

Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah

From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state)

To all my niggas «Ridin Dirty» jammin UGK (K)

Give me good brain is somethin I ain’t have to say (say)

Been ready to duck and do it since that MTV with Sway (Sway)

I’ma keep it trill (trill), I’ma keep it true (true)

I’ma keep on ridin the hard top and poppin roof (roof)

I’ma keep on droppin the drop, then I’m «Chunk Up The Deuce» (deuce)

Texas representin, got 'em swangin, bangin Screw

Hold up

Yeah, yeah

I put my jimmy on her tonsils and she mumbled and spoke

I couldn’t understand, it’s like she wanted to choke

It sounded like she said she didn’t have nothin to smoke

I pulled my stick off her lip and bust a nut on her throat (eh eh, yeah)

Caddy popped off, full screen up

White cups, fo' nina

I’ma 'peat I ain’t no dreamer

I bite the bullet outta yo nina

Yellow stone, I’m makin cash

On Holly Hog, scrapin mash

Watch the trunk just wave and laugh

Am I ridin dirty? You hate to ask

Southside, southside

Pass the fo', forget Don P

Pop the seal, so down key

When I turn the candy red car key

Drippin slow, I’m in the mode

If you don’t like it, then pardon me

But you know the fo' on me

Better bring you a whole army

Cheah, 281 not 713 (what?), 281 not 713

Candy load, I’m ridin fos

Now broke hoes wanna bop on me (what?)

Broke hoes wanna bop on me

Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree

But you ain’t ridin (naw), not with me

Cause I feelin mellow on choppin Spree’s (haha)

What it do, what it do

Still with the camp, shinin like a lamp (lamp)

«People's Champ,» gonna leave a tramp left on the feet, stuck like a stamp

(stamp)

Still tippin of fo' fos, I’m crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew)

Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do

So they don’t wanna get it

Really really cook 'em back fo' fo' ready to show off in this bitch

The windows stay tinted to the max when I’m in it

Slow loud and bangin, best believe I’m gonna go get it

Me I’ma pimp, I ain’t payin for no sex (woo)

Connected on the west, I ain’t payin for no tecs

I’ma CEO, I ain’t waitin for no checks

Want drama, better bring it, but you better wear a vest (oh boy)

G’s don’t die, we ride

We ride down the strip and we multiply (ply)

Move pies and 05's guys we close eyes (close eyes)

Never seen a man cry, 'til I seen my hand bys

If you leavin stupid messages on my answering machine, then stand by

Sorry but I’m real busy mayne

Grindin, I’m in the streets gettin change

You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone)

But I hope that it’s 'bout money mayne

I don’t wanna hear no other thang

Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone, phone, phone, phone,

phone, phone)

«They Can’t Deport Us All,» chico

I got into they ice, to get into they foil, punto