Lyrics:

(*B-Real sings the chorus on 11 seconds*)
(Intro)
What's up we gonna go down the line baby
Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild
Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
145th street crews, 155th street crews
All my niggas on the East Side
We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this
Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do
Moon-Finger Willie slap hard, Moleeks Chic
Spilling Barcadi on club seats
Harps rub the DK-crease-NY's fully featured Harlem recriminate
You dualistic heathens of the street, all malfunction cease
Crews stand like mannequins sporting damaged Timb's
Army caps or flat burns in self-discipline
Insubordinate men of sin, few convinced they fit descriptions of movie men
Experienced at heart with cinematographers having captured raw footage of this
Mischievous black kid dipped in black hooches
Ruthless, shot the car swindler
Stupid used to pump Luther in ya cougar
Now let the Call alter futures
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual trauma causing dime

(Barron Ricks)
B. Ricks stands synonymous to Cagney flicks
And dime bags of Cambodian manifest the Buddha bless
Impressively dressed, permanent quest for success
Uninterested in materialistic games to get the sex
The five six, a living portrait of survival tactics
Keeping my enemies close and all my niggas at a distance
What is this?
Sheist characters spreading my business
Fragments that can't manage to do damage
Yo, I've had it
Environmental pressure causing static
In the fabric of this Asiatic cabbage
It's madness on this uncivilized, thou with juveniles run these avenues
Buckwild with crews now who is it?
Makin all you critics fiend these lyrics
It be the Call
Yes y'all, coming through on your premise
This is it
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma

(Interlude)
KnowI'msayin?
Big shouts to my St. Nick projects connection knowI'msayin?
All my brothers on 113th & Lexington Ave knowI'msayin?
Big shouts to the LES baby we see you
Put on stellar performances
While niggas place bids at auto auctions
Re-model frames and changing rusty engines
According to my informants
Fools wanna shorten my life and slice the vital organs
It's not important towards this lyrical dissertation
Tossing idols, cease recitals of bibles, breaking vinyl
Finally spotting spirals, perhaps
They spinning our wax on Ides
Sport the blackest Gore's on elegant floors
Strategic operations make em insecure
Gypsy cabs are flagged on aves, DC that stamped them Ave breaking detours
Affiliates with my predominately black landscape
Hops in squad, I watch the sling shot from rotting up your pin spot
Jostling, digging pockets, playing possum
I got them on the X-ray fished, ain't nothing popping
Volunteers who interfere in affairs, they disappear
(Chorus)
(B-Real)
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons causing trauma
Don't want to do it but they wanna
Just the Intellectual ganja puffin dons

(Outro)
Ah man that's the Call O' Da Wild flavor baby
I can't take it no more I'm outta here baby
But before we get up outta here, I wanna give big shouts to all the Buddha spots that made this possible
Big shouts to the 99 cents store baby
The discount health food store knowI'msayin?
All my brothers on Lennox Ave with that good goodness
Big shouts to the bodybag shop
To all you other Buddha spots, all your Rasta crew with the incense
Yeah we out baby
Don't forget to flip this to the other side
Get with that Call O' Da Wild baby, it's like that yeah