Whatever U Wanna Call It - Juelz Santana, Hell Rell

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

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