Ciara — Roll Call

[Verse 1] I’m looking for a trap star Slick talker, ghetto grammar Dont matter red or blue bandana Wheels too big how they fittin’ on your car Back all tatted, couple war scars Lookin’ for them boys whos up to most [?] for sho’ And wear them Forces straight out the box If that you-ou-ou, you know what to do-o-o Look me up, hook me up with some of that All of that [Hook] Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want [Verse 2: Lil Jon] Hey, hey If you lookin’ for me, well here I go You wanna thug, act like you know I ride big, I smoke good I get money, let’s get to it Big ol’ titties, big ol’ butt Thats what I want Let me cutt you up She like my grill, she like my chain She wanna go ‘cause the man Got it in the hood, got it in the trap Got it on the block, everywhere am at We in the streets, we at the mall We outta town, I like to ball Roll call, where you at? Sexy ladies, holla back Got what you need, got what you want All you got to do is— [Hook] Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want [Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] Um, okay They call me Young Carter and I’m big-dog Thats right I’m off the chain, my leash ripped off I gets straight to my goal like kick ball And I’m so high if I come down there’d be a pitfall Walk with a limp not like a pimp but like a big doll And yes baby, i’m on fire like a menthol My tires big from a far, look like the rims off And I think CiCi need a nigga like Lil Weezy, um Okay, I hear ya callin’ mama so it’s somethin’ good We could get this fire started, nah baby, lets cut the wood And I don’t paper chase, shorty I tug and pull And I don’t eat to much of polk but I’m a fucking bull Real talk, I like them red shorts But I swear I love them tight pants And when you do that lil’ dance on that mic stand Stop playin’, I’m payed like a white man And I think CiCi need a nigga like Lil weezy [Hook] Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m ready now, I’m callin’ out for you Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want Stand up if this is you I’m lookin’ for my boo I’m callin’ you out, you better make a move Answer to this roll call Roll call, roll call You got what I want What I want, what I want [Bridge] I’m callin’ all my down south, [?] boys Can’t be faded boys In the A, that’s where I’m from So you know I’m giving ‘Nuff I’m callin’ all, this ones for ya’ll I’m loving ya I can't forget about my uptown, city boys West coast get it boys What it do? Baby boy, this on for you (Hey) I’m callin all, this ones for ya’ll Thats right I mean it, let me know if you wit it [Outro: Ciara] Answer to this roll call