Call It What U Want

Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a

Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"

Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

[Cold 187um]

Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat

And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat

Now Money Money Money B, once said to me

"187 why you wanna be a G?" Well...

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night

And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit

Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)

Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa

Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer

Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep

The only customers gettin' served in the house, is the pussy I freak

They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)

Cause hoes always be sayin' they got it goin on but if they wanna

Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not

The No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps

Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-

Pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa

Now hold up, wait a second

Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo

It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin splif

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)

Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year

So I POST on em, then I COAST on em

No I never never never had a murder rap

And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped

So there it is, and how it's gonna be

So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G

[KM.G]

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't

I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamian nut

Ah-say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh

Well alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)

Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp

And see which playa, is up for the downstroke

(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said before

I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more

Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house

Like, Bam, and I'm like, DAMN

Now my niggaz done labeled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman

Cause they know I can

When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes

I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes

Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see

Like a true hoe gigolo should be

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers

Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers

A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't

So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want