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Juelz Santana - Whatever You Wanna Call It lyrics
[Intro] Ooh, ooo! Roll call time again baby... I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building Juelz Santana, (Aye), Dipset bitch I need all my soldiers and my block, man to stand up for me It's about that time, ya know [Chorus] My hood, my city, my side (Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I ride My town, my color, 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 stoop (Whatever you wanna call it) Nigga, I Post [Verse 1-Juelz Santana] 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 niggas, my street niggas (yup) I keep my cheese niggas, my cheese niggas (yup) I keep my beef niggas, my beef niggas (yup) And I keep my weed niggas, my weed niggas Keep business, businees, 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, still reppin'... [Chorus] [Verse 2-Hell Rell] Niggas always catchin' bodies in the hood (yup) Stay shootin' up a party in the hood (Uhn Hunh) Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood Tear the hoopti or the black Mazaratti through the hood (woo) Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (yo) Now my rims look like ninja stars, Nigga I been a star (been a star) I remember when I didn't have shit to borrow (I ain't have shit) Now I could lend you a couple of clips You hungry homie, you could eat a couple of clips (bloah,bloah,bloah) Come through my strip, you gon' niggas G'd up Cuz, we slingers(slingers), gang bangers (eastside) And when it come to squalie, we strangers Plus, I keep my thug niggas, my thug niggas (what up thug) I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas (what up blood) Spend it all, I aint no cheap ass nigga (nope) I'm always gonna ride, cuz I'ma weeks ave nigga (yup) [Chorus] [Verse 3-Juelz Santana] 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 (yeah) We need to have a million man march up in,(yeah) The White House Start a million man arguement, like Bush why a million man starving in My city, my town, my hood, (whatever you wanna call it) Nigga whats good We ridahs, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers We don't crack under pressure, we relax under pressure Most of all we don't rat under pressure (We bang) And we pitch this crack till the cops shut us down or our whips twist back [Chorus] |
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