2pac - Call It What U Want lyrics

[Intro: Lay Law] You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it It still comes out black See it's just a hair trim So you can call it what you want [2Pac] Now I clown around, when I hang around with the Underground But when I'm with the Mafia I'm droppin' you And if you're a ho then I'll be knockin ya, baby why not You shouldn't jock me cause I'm popular The group with the Glock, I love to pop the gun Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia 2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk I'm bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you want How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me Either be my ho or hit the do', you're nothin for me (see ya!) That's why I love to go on tour G Scores of who*es behind the door, a n***a's known now, I'm sippin on a 40 So you can call it what you want just pa** the blunt and kick it Money [Money B] Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a k**er I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper Capped his a** faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day First and fifteenth, another way of sayin it I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers They true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powers I devour much venom, lunch breaks I sh** em, I just stink Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about a come back, you're done black See Cutty was the stopper But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger I blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and flingin Lyrics with the maximum security crew I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican So why don't you let a Yankee Doodle do what he has ta Raise my hand and cast a Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house" Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades [Cold 187um] Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat Now Money Money Money B, once said to me "187 why you wanna be a G?" Welllll.. I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night And never worry bout a b**h, cause she can't tell me sh** Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?) Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same So don't ever ever f**, cause I'mma G and player hustler Cause when I'm bustin on a mic I could never be a customer Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep The only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the p**y I freak They wanna pop that ying-yang I tell em, "Sit down, shut up b**h, and let me kick game" (y'know) Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna Get with a n***a like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not The No Mack n***a, from the planet called Silk I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega- Pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa Now hold up, wait a second (Background Girls) Nah, I f**ed you b**hes on the last record, yo It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come) Mon they wanna see me fade sh**, like I did last year So I POST on em, then I COAST on em No I never never never had a murder rap And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped So there it is, and how it's gonna be So I pa** the joint, to my man KM.G [KM.G] Well you can call it what you want but if you don't I'm still a n***a with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut I said what you want, I'm workin' for a you-ohh Well alright, you little silly a** ho Now when you wanna rendezvous and get tramped (get tramped) Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp And see which playa, is up for the downstroke (Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke) So toast them hoes like I said before I f** four b**hes a day, and I'm lookin for more Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house Like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN Now my n***as done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nasty man Cause they know I can When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes Drinkin' coffee, smooth waitin to talk see Like a true ho gigolo should be See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers Especially when it comes to the b**hes and they moneymakers A simp n***a hesitate to diss you tramp but I don't So here's the Black Mafia so, you can call it what you want [Hook: Cold 187Um] Ooh, you can call it what you want Well, you can call it what you want Well, you can call it what you want Well, you can call it what you want Well, you can call it what you want [Outro: Lay Law ] You are just had your experience of that new funktiers So kick back and let that good sh** in your vibe to get shopped, ha ha Welcome to the motherf**in...