[Verse 1: D-Loc]
Once again, D-Loc is in the mix and
I'm droppin' dope like a muthafuckin' kingpin
Try to step and yep, you get taxed
'Cause the 5ft. 7 big mack is back
Bitches 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 muthafuckin' 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: fuck 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

[Verse 2: 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, muthafucka, 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, bitch, I'm straight doin' it
Muthafuckas 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 fuck, 415 is a scheme
And I did that, in other words created it
Pumped it, and the suckers, they hated it
But the macks and the gangsters loved it
That's why I pushed and damn sho' shoved it
Fuckin' with the 415 and we'll haunt you
So call it what you want to
[Verse 3: 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 muthafuckin' homie
Doin' what we do best, snappin' necks like villains
Just makin' a killin'
Any muthafucka 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 fuck 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

[Verse 4: Richie Rich]
Profile: sweat pants and Nikes
Light shit, in case I have to strike
On a muthafuckin' policeman tryin' to jack me
For throwin' the dice I hit twice when he tack me
Whoops, caught me slippin', I'm up and I'm out
I had to bank on it, straight to the mouth
Comin' fuckin' with my money while I'm havin' some fun
Stupid-ass punk, he should'a 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 caught me loose in the point and started jockin'
Just like Loc said, who gives a fuck?
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 shit, but see, takin' is a method)
(So if I kill up shit, fuck 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)
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(Call it what you want to) (11X)