Kanye West - Last Call Lyrics

Kanye West - Last Call Video

jay-z

Ahahha, yo fuck you Kanye first and foremost, for makin' me

Do this shit..mothafucka...had to throw everybody out the

Mothafuckin room...cuz they don't...fuck em

 

kanye

I'd like to propose a toast, i said toast motherfucker

La la la la la la la la

 

And i am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol, for the.... (here's to the roc-a-fella)

So get your ass up of the wall

 

The all around the world digital underground pac

The rudolph the red nose reindeer of the roc

I take my chain my 15 seconds of fame

And i came back next year with the whole fuckin game

Ain't nobody expected Kanye to end up on top,

They expected that college dropout to drop and then flop

Then maybe he'd stop saving all the good beats for himself

Roc-a-fella's the only niggas that helped

My money was thinner than Sean Paul goatee hair

No jean paul gautier cologne fill the air

They say he bougie he big headed

Would you please stop talkin' bout how my dick head is

Flow infectious give me 10 seconds

I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas

Its funny how ain't nobody interested

Till the night i almost killed myself in Lexus

 

Now i am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol for the.... (here's to the roc-a-fella)

So get your ass up of the wall

 

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? yes siiiiir

Now is Kanye the most overbooked? yes siiiir

Do the fans want the feeling over a tribe called quest

But all they got left is this guy called west

That'll take freeway and put him on tracks with mos def

Weather you call him kwali or kweli

I put him on songs with jay-z

I'm the gap like banana republic and old navy

And ooo it come out sweeter than old sadie

Nice as bun b when i met him at the source awards

Girl he had with him, ass could have won the horse awards

And i was almost famous

Now everybody love Kanye, i'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant can y'all blame him

It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him

Last year shopping my demo i was trying to shine

Every motherfucker told me that i couldn't rhyme

Now i could let these dream killers kill my self esteem

Or i could use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams

I use it as my gas so they say i'm gassed

But without it i'd be last so i ought to laugh

So i don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more

You niggas wear suits cause you can't dress no more

You cant say shit to Kanye West no more

I rocked 20,000 people i was just on tour nigga!

I'm the kon the louis vuitton don

Bought my mom a purse and now she Louie Vuitton mom!

I ain't play the hand i was dealt i changed my cards

I prayed to the skies and i changed my stars

I went to the malls and i balled to hard

Oh my god is that a black card?

I turned around and replied why yes

But i prefer the term African American express

Brains, power and muscle like dame, puffy and russell

Your boy back on his hustle you know what i been up to

Killin ya'll niggas on that lyrical shit

Mayonnaise color Benz i push miracle whips

And i am

 

I am (here's to the roc)

And they ask me they ask me they ask me i tell them (here's to roc-a-fella)

Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (here's to the roc)

This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas (here's to the roc)

So get your ass up of the wall