[ 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)