415 - Call it What You Want 2 lyrics

[ D-Loc ] Once again D-Loc is in the mix and I'm droppin dope like a muthaf**in kingpin Try to step and yep, you get taxed Cause the 5ft. 7 big mack is back b**hes just scream when I'm doin my thing n***as fear for their life when I grab a mic Cause yo, I don't perpetrate, I drop knowledge Straight from the school of hard knocks, got it? D-Loc is from the muthaf**in streets Home of the homicide - Oakland, Cali A city that's ran by the coke nuts So from the heart we'd like to say: f** a drug bust You ask why and my reply Is n***as from the streets either do or die Just a little somethin that I'm givin to you I didn't even name it, so look, call it what you want to [ Richie Rich ] Mackin the mic once again is the Dubble The 24 track is mines, you're in trouble '90 - damn, another decade Well, I guess it's my turn to get paid Servin it well, muthaf**a, I ain't trippin The kid from the hill once again does lippin Dubble-R, the man from the Oaktown Once again to the mic with a hoedown Cali, b**h, I'm straight doin it Muthaf**as wanna play close and try to ruin it But naw, I ain't really with that I ain't no joke, so don't provoke me to serve it With an attitude straight supreme I gives a f**, 415 is a scheme And I did that, in other words created it Pumped it, and the s**ers, they hated it But the macks and the gangsters loved it That's why I pushed and damn sho' shoved it f**in with the 415 and we'll haunt you So call it what you want to [ D-Loc ] Call it what you want, and if you don't you better drop D-Loc and Richie Rich is finna pop Straight to the t-o-p, it's the L-o-c And Dubble-R, my muthaf**in homie Doin what we do best, snappin necks like villains Just makin a k**in Any muthaf**a wanna run up or step up Press your luck and catch a hot one This is how it's done where I come from To have a business you got to be ruthless Just like the guys in the 415 Who gives a f** about takin a life? From my point of view it's a murder or a jack move But let's do it like this: call it what you want to [ Richie Rich ] Profile: sweat pants and Nikes Light sh** in case I have to strike On a muthaf**in policeman tryin to jack me For throwin the dice I hit twice when he tack me Oops, caught me slippin I'm up and I'm out I had to bank on it, straight to the mouth Comin f**in with my money while I'm havin some fun Stupid-a** punk, he shoulda pulled a gun But now it's over with, I'm on my way to the Deuce To kick it with the fellas with the gin and juice Straight hustlin and immediately clockin Hoes ( ? ) and started jockin Just like Loc said, who gives a f** 415 in your face, you better duck Cause Loc's got my back and I know that he's packin 415 with the nine straight jackin We couldn't make a name, this is all that we could come to Haha, call it what you want to (Call it what you want to) (n***a, I'm straight from the streets) (Call it what you want to) (My homeboy Rich kicks up the backfire) (Givin ain't sh**, but see, takin is a method) (So if I k** up sh**, f** it) (D-Loc's the name) (Name was Richie Rich) (Call it what you want to) (If you ask me, he's a criminal flying from justice) ( *edited* ) (Call it what you want to) (11X)