Call It What You Want Lyrics - Singles - House Of Krazees

Mother fuckers 

I move to break your ass with my gun 

Gimmie some, I want all your cash 

And get those hands in the air 

And don't stare 

And don't compare your gangster ass 

To a psycho stare 

I go to tackle 

You in shackles 

So run, nigga, run 

'Cause I give you some of this, wacko 

Rollin' thirty 

Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy 

Guns go 'round your whole town 

Fuck, you better be ready 

And if you down, you down 

If not, you're gonna lose 

I choose the side of the black, fool 

Holdin' on, pullin' on 

Your whole set 

Disrespectin' your moms 

So nigga's you better check 

So who's the nigga 

With the biggest balls 

Who's the nigga with the finger 

On the trigger in the dark hall 

So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch 

R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust 

So boom, click, boom 

Mother fuckers, check your rhymes 

Call it what you want, mother fucker 

Yeah, call it what the fuck you want 

You can call it this 

You can call it that 

But yo, it all boils down 

To the same fucking thing 

Fuck it 

I'm tired of standin' in the back 

They're tryin' to ban my sound 

I 'rose underground 

Groose, a-groose 

Try to grasp 

This stupid style 

I leavin' hangin in a meat (?) 

Check it 

Nuts in hand 

While I chastise you fools 

I choose to make rules 

And do's whatever I choose 

Known as a tiger 

So I fight for my respect 

Bitches on my dick 

You better put that bitch in check 

You can dig the music 

I can tell by the head bob 

Workin' all these wack jobs 

And keep that shit alive 

Change it up on a grave scene 

I make green 

Broke than a fuckin joke, man 

Know what I mean 

Caught you slippin' 

Insanity is prickin' my mind 

It's all jealousy 

Leave that shit behind 

House of Krazees on that ass 

With the hellish talk 

All you wack ass bitches 

Call it what you want 

Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch 

Nineteen mother fucking ninety five 

Remix on that ass, call it what you want 

Eh yo, you can call it this 

You can call it that 

It's like I said before, yo 

It all boils down to the same thing 

Well let me tell you 

I fuck around and bring my skills 

So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel 

And pay my bills 

I was homebound 

With my home sweet home 

After season of the pumpkin 

You thought I was gone 

But now I'm back 

And I'm bustin' heads wide open 

No jokin' 

no need for provokin' bullshit 

The controversy of a mind check 

Everybody wants to diss 

Well, who's next 

Can you fuck with a mind full of (?) 

Shit, we built the house 

No need for eviction 

Can you believe the truth 

And a pack of lies 

Can you see the killer 

Behind the disguise 

Peep the scene 

I bring fast and never slow 

Kickin' my fastest 

To let your bitch ass know