Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatever U Wanna Call It, artist - Juelz Santana. Album song What The Game's Been Missing!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Whatever U Wanna Call It |
Uh-ohhhh! |
Cold cold time again baby |
I’m back in the, back in the, back in the building |
Juelz Santana (Aye!) |
Dip Set bitch |
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me It’s 'bout that time you know |
My hood, my city, my side |
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride |
My town, my car, my block |
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock |
My state, my strip, my ave |
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I’m bad |
My building, my porch, my stue |
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I’m loose |
Straight for paper |
Paper chaser |
Gangsta gangsta |
Gangsta gangsta |
I know my block is a crazy zoo |
But it got me crazy glued (stuck) |
I got to make these moves |
So I hustle the hardest (drugs) |
I got no team |
Just a connect and a couple of partners |
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup) |
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup) |
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup) |
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz |
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure |
And I never mix it, ever ever |
Yeah the code of the street |
Eyes open don’t sleep |
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop) |
There go the police |
That’s why you catch me moving through dolo |
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon |
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup) |
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh) |
Mafia ties, I’m like Gotti in the hood |
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood |
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember) |
Now my rims look like ninja stars |
Nigga I’ve been the star (I ain’t have shit) |
I remember when I didn’t have shit to bar |
Now I can lean you a couple of clips |
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips |
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G’d up cuz |
We slangers (slangers) |
Gang bangers (east-side) |
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus |
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz |
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz |
Spend it all I ain’t no cheap ass nigga |
I’m always gonna ride this I’m a weed sack nigga, YUP! |
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah) |
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah) |
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times |
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah) |
We need to have a million man march again |
We need to have a million man march up in The white house start a million man argument |
Like Bush why a million man starving in? |
My city, my town, my hood |
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what’s good |
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers |
We don’t crack under pressure |
We relax under pressure |
Most of all, we don’t rap under pressure |
We bang, and we pitch this crack |
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect |
— repeat to fade |