[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

Niggas 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 niggas 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, 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



[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



[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

Oops, 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 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 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)

(Nigga, 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) [x11]