(CHORUS)(2x)
You wanna fuck her, do you wanna fuck her,
The bitch is a ho, yo I thought I'd let you know
You wanna fuck her, nigga you can fuck her,
The bitch is a ho yo I thought I'd let you know
The bitch is a stripper but thinks she's a star
Still rides the bus, can't afford a fuckin' car
Try to be the shit, needs a foot up the ass
Ya stanky stanky bitch get a new bus pass
I see her all the time gettin' kicks from hard dicks
Your pussy really stinks, who the fuck bought you drinks
At the club, waitin' till two
So you can have a niggaz dick shoved in you
Yo, don't know the meanin' of cleanin' your cock
Ya burnt seven niggaz, yo, around the block
You always leave a trail, 'cause your pussy, it smell
Fuckin' ho, ya need to quit thinkin' that you're the shit
Your stomach fulla nut and just flushed a baby
Ya dumb fuckin' bitch yo ya must be crazy
So get back in your place ya little bitch I ain't no sucka
'Cause all my niggaz fucked her
(CHORUS)
Well here we go in this video bitch
Crabs on her pussy, got no choice but to itch
Yo, she suckin' niggaz dick for two seconds of airtime
Went so fast, didn't see your triflin' ass
Always at the functions fuckin'
Always into somethin', fuck it, you ain't worth nothin'
You're like a disease that's what you are
Fucked the Whole Click in the back of my car
Then had the nerve to leave a stain on my seat
I shoulda slapped yo ass for doin' the same to my sheets
Every week you're on Soul Train
Lookin' like a ho, doin' the same fuckin' thing
Stretch marks, lookin' all nasty and shit
Tryin' to keep down your shirt to prevent from gettin' hurt
But 'cha brought it on yourself ya ho
Ya lost a stupid bitch and don't know where the fuck to go
So quit tryin' to pretend
'Cause you'll get broke down by a nigga named Ren
So peep it out real slow
Next time you about to pimp a ho
(CHORUS)
If ya wanna fuck her think again
She might not be the type of bitch you wanna put your dick in
But she might suck a good dick, yo, and make ya nut quick so
Never let her go 'cause she's nothin' but a ho
But then again she might start to bitch 'cause she's nothin' but a bitch
Shoot the bitch, a dead bitch, then bury the bitch, a gone bitch
What else can I say to take the place of that?
I saw my nigga DJ Trane shoot a bitch in the back
Yeah, check this out, ren is back in this mothafucka for 93'
For all y'all punk ass niggaz that thought I was'nt gonna do this shit,
Back there talkin' all that shit, won't believe me and my shoots,
Fuck all y'all niggaz 'cause I come back hard 93',
So all you punks mothafuckaz check yourself niggaz!
I killed that bitch that waited 40 ounces
Start hittin' my switches 'cause my 40 bounces
Lean to the side like a mack would do
Or I can come off like a g and mothafucka I'll jack you
'cause niggaz be talkin' that shit 'cause I'm fuckin' the rest and I can't scrap
Who needs to scrap, my niggaz commin' from de back.
So bitches hold your panties up, tick your tits
'cause mothafuckin' ren is makin' mothafuckin' hits
Still sportin' cackies keep my dick in my dickies
Only wave 'em up when bitches wanna give 'em hickeis
Other than that, I'm lookin' up for #1
'cause #2 I did'nt trust so my nigga had to bust
Burry him in the back another weedplants
My niggaz said it was the reason why the weed is so dope
Grab another bitch twist the panties off the top
Open up my mouth and let the old english drop
Buzz for a minute - could'nt walk a straight line
But that shit don't stop ren from writin' a rhyme
And punk mothafuckaz can't hide, from a nigga
Homicide all bullshit aside ..
Kick it ..
Yeah, put de fuckin' bullshit aside [oh yeah, yeah]
Yeah, put de fuckin' bullshit aside [you wanna fuck with me? ]
Yeah, put de mothafuckin' bullshit aside [nigga step off nigga!]
Yeah, put de mothafuckin' bullshit aside [mothafucka]
Take donations from my niggaz for de booth
I thinkin' of gettin' a case better yet I get two
Slap up de phone 6 3 2 15
Bitches ring the bell - it's a fuckin' tight jeans
A kiss on my chick but my dick is gettin' jealos
She whispers she want suck and when we're not around de fellows
Fuck that shit, bitch, do what you gotta do
'cause when you're fuckin' with ren ho' my niggaz peoplez too
Now I'm zippin' on my blue black car
Thinkin' of the times in the blvd
I saw people out there gettin' gangsta shit
Niggaz shootin' every night - niggaz lootin' and shit
Sendin' niggaz straight to the coffin
And this type of shit in the streets it's very often
The shit is like an everyday thang to me
A lot of niggaz on my block I have 'em slang for me
But that ain't shit, my true niggaz stay down
De plasma hard g'z don't be fuckin' around
And why would you even think to hide,
Nigga 'cause you got all bullshit aside, check it ..
Yeah, put de fuckin' bullshit aside [yeah nigga]
Yeah, put de fuckin' bullshit aside [nigga you think you can fuck with me? ]
Yeah, put de fuckin' bullshit aside [that is not what I said]
Yeah, put de mothafuckin' bullshit aside mothafucka
Train came in in some cackey shorts
And he came up on the hand at the basketball court
Takin' niggaz money shootin' dice at the pawn
The mothafucka starts to leave when it starts to get dark
'cause ren has don't got no mothafuckin' name,
When he's shot by a nigga from my mothafuckin' game
The niggaz in de house just kickin' it
Bitches on they're knees straight lickin' it
Ren is in control, bitches call me the mesaiach
I zip on some old drink fool so I can stay higher
Cakeys is krist, fresh from the surplus
My little nigga ball starts to pull up a fass
So now they drunk his beer so he put out a tatoo
So we walk the tommy dog that's the will nigga anthem
So juvi' pass the movie it's "american me"
The only movie that's allowed to be watched by a g
Now bitches just commin' out of blockz and flatz
So you can hear a smokin' ho's yo for rockz and blantz
Takin' these bitches for a ride, treat 'em all like
[mjg]
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes,
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind,
Yo' senses remain puzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass
In yo' chest,
Eightball, mjg, mc ren,
Nevertheless
'cause we's the most
My real-ass lizards,
Let's make a toast,
And sing aloud to bustas,
And force 'em to get ghost
And coast to coast
We shows loves in network,
While some try to impress people
And get hurt.
Deep thoughts cloud my conscience
As I curl,
Up in the corner on hand,
And then I hurl
Call my girl
Tell her I'm drunk
And can't make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar
And couldn't take it
That's aiight!
'cause come sunrise,
I'm still rollin
My nuts the only title I'm claimin'
And still holdin'
[chorus- mc ren]
Now who in the fuck
Wanna come and represent?
You bitch ass niggaz,
Y'all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass
Down to the south
Bitches wanna fuck me
While I'm in the suave house
Nigga, who in the fuck
Wanna come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that dick,
Acting too hesitant
We, mjg, eightball, villain,
Make that straight nigga shit,
That's how these niggaz feelin', uh.
[eightball]
Guess wo popped up,
Straight up out the cuts
With lyrical buckshots
Spillin' all a nigga guts
Touch whoever witness,
Strays when I displays,
A thousand different ways to get paid
With a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin' gettin' high
Dreamin' 'bout l.a.
Penetratin' somethin' fly
Down in h-town,
Or somewhere in the mound,
All eyes on me, baby,
'cause I get around
We be like, connected
Weak-ass niggaz get ejected
Ooze like slime,
Dig this hines when we wreck shit
Uncut, coast to coast,
Slangin' audio dope
Manglin' mcs, leavin' 'em,
Danglin' from ropes
Boast, tryin' to be doper than most,
In my profession
Me and the villain, microphone killin'
No blood spillin'
Phat raps with much cheddar
In the tellers,
Eightball and mjg and mc ren,
Foreva!
*chorus*
[mc ren]
Fuck that, bitches, the villain be
Out in houston, tex.,
To fuck with them niggaz from suave
Who wanna flex.
Bitch niggaz got kidnapped,
With dicks in they mouth,
Fo' fuckin' compton niggaz, and
Niggaz from down south,
Eightball, mjg, where you at,
Space agent?
Y'all prob'ly got all the bitches pagin'
Suckin' 'casian.
Writin' left nuts,
Chapstick and lips,
While bitch-ass niggaz spendin' chips,
Just to see the hips
South-west connection,
Bitches bow tha fuck down
Fuck how them other niggaz sound
Villain be hated by niggaz because
They bitches pussies throb
Ready to slap that ho,
Every time a head bob, niggaz be killin' me,
Got that nigga t-mixx,
Pull the fuckin' remix
If these words don't hurt you,
Nigga, got them stones and sticks,
And some compton-ass niggaz
To make you fade to black
With some crazy houston niggaz
In the cut in the back
*chorus*
[ verse 1: mc ren ]
Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
Same fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
These niggas that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean shit no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at
Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's about to get hot, y'all
[ chorus: big rocc ]
Niggas starvin while you're home with the mills
Niggas killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
Time to set yo ass up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard
[ verse 2: mc ren ]
A nigga's sittin on the curb
Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
That's the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel shit, cause it's real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this shit we be killin niggas fo'
Can't make a move less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, I'm runnin this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigga, i'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
And handle what the fuck you gotta do
Kill the shot caller
Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
This nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - damn
Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?
Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
No nigga, fuck you
( *shots* )
Oh shit, oh shit...
Damn!
[ verse 3: tha chill ]
These o.g.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool
I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the fuck? these niggas tryin to bust on me?
So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from comptown, mr. shot caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "nigga, what? "
This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller
(chorus)
Rumdidditty dum dum, rum didditty dum dum
Rum diddity dum dum dum
The shock of the hour, armageddon
Judgment day has come
(laywiy)
Now it license lights with million knights the divides and canyon
The shock of the hour has come to devour the evil, deceivers, and satan
Among shin, among men, you wicked, whisperin' devil
Get deep in the flames of hell for the lies you babble
6 6 6, the mark of the beast and the number of man
Is s, see yes you just confessed the antichrist is caucasian
'cause you made from God and God is man, created on six
The art deceivers made believers outta my people and the crucifix
The symbol of death, the sign of christ, and christa was weak
He came from krishna, God of the hindies, so get weak for your black feet
Now call on your false god, from zeus to borta
To armen, diana, I call on ela
You wastin' for peace for a feast on the blood of kings
You ancient babylon, america, all form in griefs
As the apocalypse, spits your eclipse, engulfed darkness
The dragon is bound in a bottom less pit
Now fear the doom of death, from the tune of ruffiah's trumpet
The return of esop is the legion, the messiah is coming
The angles over hell will chastise with pain
Those who worship deplicit darkness and kept his name
Blesses to the seven souls, 'round the throne from el villione
And pieces how you take this to the prophets and the puzzled
So devils, run here we come, ready to fight
The shock of the hour is power when the clock strikes midnight
(chorus)
(mc ren)
In the twinklin' of an eye, motherfuckers gonna die
Watchin' baby bomber planes rip across the sky
Fallin' on your jesus, comin' for the pork chop
Wake ya out your sleep, shit is deep, about to wreck shop
Bombs goin' down a mile deep, pushin' up a mile high
Nigga ain't allowed to cry while they disbelieve his god
Fakin' with your malcolm x picture on the wall
Motherfuckers shoulda listened when you got your final call
Think your doin' the brothers a favor by buyin' a paper
Shoulda read your paper, it tells ya the devil raped ya
Stripped ya of the scripture, blood ya then he crypt ya
Gave you a corner, some bitches, and called you that nigga
And then he pimped ya
You're mind is a waste, so now you got a taste
The chastise bitch ya shoulda took heed of what the wise said
Now you're bent outta shape with no power
Fuck up and waited for the shock of the hour
(chorus)
(kam)
What's the whole comin' to for someone who was snakes?
Just a gang a rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes, makin' milk shakes
Vanilla killa, 'cause it's judgment day
The kinda shit that turn your baby's hair gray, so you pray
That it stop before you drop, for goodness sake
Damn I'm seein' shit that make pregnant women's water break
Oughta make a run for it but you can't move
You terrified of somethin' that a law had to prove
So there you lie motionless and gave up the ghost
You finally arrived at the day you dreaded most
It's the shock of the hour
Badung bang
(chorus)
Ren your dangerous, you know you bat like a week
Ren your dangerous gun shots from juagardonlee
Dangerous, me know you bat like a week
Ren your dangerous, gun shots from juagardonlee
[mc ren]
Move, now let me fall into the groove
Breakin' niggaz off but I break 'em off smooth
Used to try to pimp, but the ho's got old
A nigga can't remember how much dope that I sold
In my youth, the shit is the truth, go to jail for the proof
Niggaz makin' records sellin' two copies
Tryin' to fuck with me because your rap's sloppy
Now back in your cage your wings are short
You tall, dirty motherfuckers dig the basketball courts
I can tear ya ass up in a rhyme
But I won't mention your name, 'cause that's a waste of my time
So I call my niggaz, chip and dollar bill
Scoop up to the hill when we move in for the kill
Never retreat you dirty nigga take a seat
Big motherfuckin' feet, with your wack assed beats
So train "what up? " cut 'em with the shape
Make the nigga walk the plank, the dirty nigga always stank
Nigga better raise like the titanic
Ain't from atlantic, but I'll make your ass panic
And that's only one step, pride is kept
A glass of piss weigh as much as your rep
Nigga your through
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
(chorus)
[da konvicted felon]
Quad is kept, I step
With the nine millimeter come
Complicated with the gat to the back of the devil's head
Then I pull the trigger till he dead
Red rum, all I can see when I close my eyes at night
Dreamin' of vision of murderers comin' with butt, while satan's out to fight
I ain't rappin' to tight
You're fuckin' with a motherfuckin' madman
That don't take shit from a redneck chick
You can put your mouth up my steel dick
And suck until I pull my trigger come, ejaculate my gun
What'll be done, when I be makin' your blood run
Into the stretch
And motherfuck that white trigger that got his fuckin' ass beat
Many be pussy poppin' can't attail for that knee
But not so many as I gave so much a buck, buck from me
Buck, but it gets it up, I'm tryin' to defend my own skin
>from a nigga who loves crackers, so come and ya jack 'em
Sleep with the enemy and get treated as such
The convicted followed no bust, and lust for you
To make that one false move
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
But if every nigga grabbed a nine
And started shootin' motherfucker's it would put 'em in line(2x)
[dollar bill]
I was never the one to run with the pack
But was the mastermind for settin' up the jack
So if they every saw my beamin' it wasn't from crack
I musta been beamin' them grubs to hit the sack
And let me remember the days of way back
When everybody was homies and no one played that
Rockin' 'em, sockin' 'em, knockin' 'em out the box now tell me what's up
Look at me wrong fool, you get tossed up
I mean fucked up, you lucked up
I didn't come out a long time ago, with the fast or the slow flow
And callin' me wack, no that's a no no
The style just so wild, while your style just so-so
Nasty, they can't pass me, it's too fast see
Niggaz that blast fast I don't let 'em blast me
Usin' my mind like a nine millimeter to abuse
So don't make one false move
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
One false move and a motherfucka's dead
>from one nine millimeter shot to the head
(chorus)
Many more will laugh and suffer, many more will laugh and die
One false move, and it's an eye for an eye
(chorus)
* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)
My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it
Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4
'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot
Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall
A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy
Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O
Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rock
The party's goin' through but I still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest
Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your clip
[verse 1]
Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
Strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
'cause I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
Who is it? the black nigga that they call ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble m,
My still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
So say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
But all my black the jack so I can night stock,
'cause carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
Beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
Payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
Form tha scene'. there's to many recordz out that ain't
Sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
Nuthin', shit gotta get back, it's time to mc, to many
New niggaz ain't sure like l.b.
I wanna be l and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bitch they get put it in the magazine,
Get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
Source. niggaz wanted to get with me, but your shit was
Horse. ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. got
Paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...
[chorus]
Menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
A fuckin' mad scientist...
Menacy control we always diss guarente who they doubt
Weak az niggaz keep i.n.s, but who can come and fade
The mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like houdini.
God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
From the bottom of the north pole. in my double s four
Fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, 'cause ya
Simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
Bang boogie, 'cause ren heard enough, 'cause niggaz don't come
With the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
When shit had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
You've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some shit like that
But can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
Niggaz don't make that kinda shit no more, sippin' az
Niggaz make way, 'cause ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
Mayday, a fuckin' mad scientist...
[chorus]
Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
And then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
The villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
That I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
Of the writes
Shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
Wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
A mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
A rhyme, now I blow ya fuckin' mind. you can't follow this I did'nt
Leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
They opened up my eyez. and the b boyz stand on my throne in black
Niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
Of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, i'm
Takin' over, on a mad scientist...
(mc ren's answering machine)
Yeah, who dis?
(cold187um)
Yo, this hutch man, oh what's up?
(mc ren answering machine)
What up nigga, what's happenin? yeah, check this out
I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap
I'll get back, peace
(cold187um)
Yo what's up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, nigga
It's hutch man, what's up?
(mc ren)
Hey, what's up dog? hey nigga what time is man?
(cold)
Hey I don't know, man, I'm just sayin man, I was just callin
To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down
(mc ren)
Nigga I'm about to rest, dog
(cold)
Aww, man saturday n shit and you talkin about rest?
(mc ren)
Man, what you talkin about,
I was at that motherfuckin studio nigga, all night
(cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, bitches, something man, do something
(mc ren)
Hey, hey fuck what you gonna do
(cold)
Aw, aw it's like ren, ren what's up?
Aw nigga gonna hang up on a nigga, shit
(mc ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop shit that have your mind turnin black
Nigga I break God damn necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the shit that I recite
Live from compton it's saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that shit
Niggaz you know I ain't no motherfuckin comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigga islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck,
But that shit don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and bitch-made-niggaz get they caps peeled
When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know nigga act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, motherfuck you
I'm walkin with my niggaz,
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my shit gets deep
(cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the fullest
Everytime that I'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real, niggaz be wanna free kick it pass
So they can beat your shit, and jack your ass
I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the tech ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be fucked with
And definately not that motherfucker they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole fuckin set up
And don't say I didn't warn ya
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate keeper
Cause where I'm from, the shit gets deeper
(mc ren)
My shit gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My shit is too deep,
Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new niggaz
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out shit yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack niggaz shit out my window
Cause rarely do I see niggaz that be comin with that funky ass shit
That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga down,
But here comes that black nigga that they call ren
Makin niggaz go and act crazy again
Niggaz be fuckin fools for the hell of it
Some down old niggaz better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a fuck, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
Bitch slappin niggaz with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats
Me and my niggaz come and get your ass
Then me and my niggaz beat up on that ass
Cause me and my niggaz, nigga love the creep
(mc ren)
I be the one that they be pullin' off that fool on the flow
After we be goin' toe to toe
I holds mine, never do I be talkin' no shit
'cause niggaz that be talkin' that shit, always get it
Punk ass niggaz go face down in a river
Other niggaz deliver, fuck when then buck
They give a damn about you and your mamma
So get the fuck up outta here nigga and take the drama
Back to your set, back to your hood
To your kickin' spot, your street or your block
Your crib or your rest, your mamma's address
Niggaz gives a fuck, still I catch two to the chest
And then it'll be on like some after school shit
Fuck a gun, a got to knuckles sayin' I'm getting one
My niggaz say I clown too much
When I'm layin' phat shit with my nigga hutch
(cold 187um)
Say what? it's like that nigga
(mc ren)
Yeah, it's like that nigga
(cold 187um)
What? it's like that nigga
(mc ren)
Yeah it's like that nigga
(cold 187um)
Say what? it's like that nigga
(mc ren)
You know it's like that nigga
(cold 187um)[follows this pattern of vocalist]
Let them playa hatin' fools know the real how you feel
It's like that nigga
Yeah, it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
Yeah it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
You know it's like that nigga
Yo, well big rocc step up and show 'em why you don't give a fuck
(j rocc)
So it's on, I told my niggaz to grab the chrome
Fuckin' with rocc ya catch shots to your dome
'cause I don't give a fuck, that's the feelin'
Scoop up the villain, it's time to do some motherfuckin' killin'
'cause I be kickin' shit, I'm thinkin' back in the days
When we used to scrap at the compton parades
I be throwin' vicious blows like mike tyson
Rocc greatest hits, nigga I'm the shit
Make the wrong move, then it's fucked up results
Niggaz can't cope, yo them shots he provoked
Comin' with that g style, make you hoes wild
Got my criminal record locked up in rockford files
Hank at the shack, yo I call my ponderosa
Clockin' mo' dollars than a cali stock broker
You can call me you're all around nigga
I loot, I shoot, if I how I kill a crew
So pass me a hog like a king in the clutch
Fuckin' up shit with my nigga ren and hutch
And it's like that
Big rocc represent, uh, it's like that nigga
Yeah, it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
Yeah it's like that nigga
Hell yeah, it's like that nigga
Yeah it's like that nigga
So mc ren make the move to just come again
(mc ren)
I be that nigga that put compton on the map
So you bitch made niggaz step the fuck back
My throne is a corner wherever I lay my hat
Police always show up wherever they say I'm at
They say real niggaz don't die but niggaz be dyin' everyday
Them devils be screamin' on niggaz
And niggaz be actin' like hoes in every way
But I'm a God damn soldier it's my time to rule
Callin' hits like the mafia, nigga from a bar stool
Hit after hit, every record is the same
Still getting mine out here in the rap game
Not a black caesar, more like a black pharoh
The gorilla killa devil in a double barrel
Uh, sawed off and hauled off here I come again
Peace to all my people in the pen, 'cause ren
Will keep all my shit comin' phat
So whack fools take this it's like that
Yeah, it's like that nigga
Yeah, it's like that nigga
Hell yeah it's like that nigga
Yeah it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
You know it's like that nigga
Yeah, let them playa hatin' fools know the real, how you feel
It's like that nigga
Damn, it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
Yeah it's like that nigga
Say what? it's like that nigga
The shit is like that nigga
So all you bitches better duck
'cause we really don't give a fuck
In the 95, in the 95
Verse 1:
These niggas be actin' like I fucked
And didn't call 'em for weeks
Like they wantin' a nigga dick
In between they butt cheeks
They staight bitchy
Without their bleedin' and kotexes
The villain that go to texas
Nigga got a plan full of o's and x's
What's yo' game plan?
Niggas be sayin' you sabotagin' me
But yo' bitch be suckin' my dick,
She be tellin me that you dodgin' me
Like piazza, a nigga gots ta,
Keep my roster, with bitches slidin' home,
No lickin' yo' shit, yo' bitch is gone
Niggas be thinkin' they makaveli,
Tryin' to bring drama
Soon as these niggas whoop that ass,
You talkin' dear mama...
But face to face, these niggas be cheesin' like velveeta,
Lookin smoked out,
Hitin mo' pipes than peter
Stuck with broke hoes, broke ? ? and ? ?
Pussies that they be fuckin',
Used up and sideways
Stretck marks for days,
She about two-hun,
Gotta get pissy drunk,
To fuck her and have fun
[chorus]
These niggas and hoes act the same,
Can't tell em apart,
Always runnin 'round
Lookin for some shit to start.
These bitches run they mouth,
Nigga, constantly
All in mine, nigga
All the time
It ain't my fault
That yo' punk ass broke
Mad, 'cause you only got
Stress to smoke.
I heard that shit that you was plottin'
Nigga you can try
To fuck with mc ren,
But you must be high
Verse 2:
Niggas be high because
They workin 9 to 5
But the villain be hibernatin'
Wakin up at 5... pm
You see them niggas be bitchy because
I wont let 'em up on my team
And give 'em a title like hakeem,
I'm peelin' caps like tangerines
Tellin' niggas I should
Break 'em off chips
Get 'em in clubs free
And take 'em on trips
Free-loadin' ass niggas
Lose all they sense
When they think they gon' floss
Off my expense
Niggas be goin' corner to corner
Bringin' up the bill
Askin questions like the popos
Tryin to see if I made a mill'
Then they take that weak shit
Back to they home fo' pillow ? ?
She shakin' her head like you tellin the truth
But she want yo' ass to walk
What the fuck you expected?
Always bitchin' at me
When she fuckin' yo' ass,
Nigga she be seein me.
Go look in the room,
A costume, fo' haloween,
Of that black nigga, you know who
So you can live yo' dream
*chorus*
Verse 3:
I hear yo' ho punk bitches talkin' shit,
Tryin' to have some say
Tellin' other hoes they wouldn't
Give me no time of day
Still livin with they mommy
She babysittin' while you fuckin
Gettin county cheques and money
From them niggas that you dick suckin
But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?
Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?
Hoes from high school be wishin
They coulda got wit this dick
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
Muthafuckin' tricks
Now these hoes jockin'
Like all up on my style
You broke bitches,
How you like me now?
Actin' like makin' cheese is a muthafuckin' crime
If I said "drop yo' panties",
Bitch you drop em in a dime
You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off
My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough
This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets
And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats
Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes
Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news
I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released
And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase
Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack
So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact
Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin
The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something
But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is, "hell no"
Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry
Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me
But some of them are cool, and they know who they are
The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car
But the others talk shit behind my back
The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap
Wait to make a record like it happens overnight
But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight
Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack
But ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back
And kiss my black ass
I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage
Save the shit for parades
And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown
And draw yourself a permanent frown
Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints
Because it wouldn't make sense
Rappers doin this should retire
Niggas lookin like earth, wind & fire
People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band
It's like a man tryin to fuck a man
It defeats the whole purpose
It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface
A big circus, all that's missin is a tent
Because the shit ain't worth five cents
So a nigga like ren'll take a stand
To say a real rap artist don't need a band
All you need on the stage is meat and bones
Save the band shit for quincy jones
And no more singin on the breaks, please
The shit is spreadin fast like disease
And for them I'll be a cure, pure
You know that I know I'm sure
So i'ma trap on my lure
Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap
Give him a real nigga slap
Kiss my black ass
Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back
Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack
But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect
Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks
Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss
But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust
Barely standin the light of the lime
Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes
But they always on my dick when they see me
I think beneath that point, they wanna be me
I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos
Standin around like hoes
But them other niggas gotta do it for pub'
Because nobody recognize them in the club
And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare
Quit swinging on my dick hairs
And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin
Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin
And I don't need a crew
Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do
So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph
And move people out his path
And that's the reason i'ma diss you
Stuff your mouth with tissue
'that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That real shit nigga'
Living room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the madden with frisco
I'm runnin' fools straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin' on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin' down the same streets
And hood rats wishin' for the passenger seats
Flag 'em down, like they flaggin' down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, drinkin' is a must
Another day kickin' back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin' how to get paid, kickin' back in the shade
Or call will and temple where my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head it's too hot for the beanie
Sittin' on the porch niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies 'round the way ain't hard to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald's parkin' lot
Peepin' out their hair 'cause that spot is hot
And that's real
(chorus)(2x)
Nigga gotta keep my shit real
Lettin' punk niggaz know how the fuck I feel
Pussy ass niggaz always wanna be around
A nigga like ren when I put that real shit down
Randy up the street cuttin' up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the corner 'bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin' 'round like a gnat
And hood rats yellin' out a car where the party at
My robbin' train go and get a duce
And niggaz 'round the way don't give a damn about a gang truce
But I gotta lotta love for my people
And like they ain't tryin', niggaz just keep dyin'
I won't be like most niggaz and just come
And shoot my video in compton and disappear for a year
We make fools like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin' lot
'cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin'
Braggin' 'bout that money they be makin'
Boot lickin' butt dancin' niggaz just better chill
Before I tell 'em how I feel and that's real
(chorus)
Yeah, uh, break it down
All y'all busta ass niggaz
Do it like this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all y'all fake ass niggaz to this
Goin' to the pad hit the beach up on the pager
Here comes korleone up the street in the mini-blazer
While the dominoes start to get shakin'
The same time that the barbique start bakin'
I don't eat swine, but I take a turkey burger
I can't fade worms, that books' full of terms
Homies pass by, some stop and conversate
On a gang a topics we start to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is always towed down
And white neighborhoods ain't one piece a trash 'round
So we gotta do for self and quit bitchin'
Recycle black dollars so we can roll impalas
Every street got their own rap artist
On every cover every brother got a gun tryin' to look the hardest
But some deserve a slap 'cause they laid down they strap
When they hear that's a rap and that's real
(mc ren) you know what hutch man, I let one of these bitch made niggas get
Away with somethin the other and uh, I shouldn't a let him get away with it.
(cold 187) put a foot to his ass.
(mc ren) what did you say? put a foot to his ass?
(cold187) that's right man...
(mc ren) wow, that beautiful man, wow, that's what I'm gonna do to him, put
A foot to his ass. you know what hutch man, I think i'ma adopt that formula
For myself man, wow.
(mc ren)
Nigga I'm the black giant puttin shit down
You niggas aren't familiar with my sound
I'm shockin motherfuckers like water and a live wire
Makin niggas feel the fire like richard pryor
The great elephant, the bitch made nigga killa
I'm steppin on you niggas like a godzilla
A living legend like shaq
The beggining and the last moheekan
Cause I be seekin to have niggas tweakin through the weekend
I gives a fuck about the radio and faggot sounding disc jockeys
Bust yo fuckin mouth like we playin hockey
I stick and move like rocky cause I'm cocky
A motherfuckin nuclear bomb couldn't stop me
I throw a bottle at the mirror and make it shatter
Niggas in la shut the fuck up and make ya shit fatter
I'm lookin for the niggaz with the skills
Not the niggas that woke up this morning saying they wanna rhyme
You can always tell white niggaz by the clothes that they wear
I bitch slap the niggaz tie em' up in a chair
Don't gives a fuck if baby yellin that it ain't fair
Cause you know this nigga ren, nigga just don't care
Yeah, I'm that motherfucker sittin on my throne and it's on
Got you niggas mind blown
(chorus)
It ain't no turnin back when ya on a mission
For the opposition
Niggas keep on wishin
(mc ren)
I don't give a fuck I'm a real nigga
Niggas swingin on my dick cause my nuts bigga
Blow they motherfuckin brains like a sawd off
I bust that funky ass shit then they hawd off
Fuck a mother fuckin record deal could of been a pimp
But I'm that nigga puttin fear in ya fuckin ear
So raise the fuck up, when niggas be bumpin that shit
Wanna suck this dick? wanna fuck that trick
I gotta heata when I need a nigga
My niggas smoke a fuckin pound of blood
Leaving bitch made niggas in a puddle of blood
I gives a fuck about em', I just kick it on the block
And handle my shit, with my motherfuckin nigga rocc
So fuck a crew nigga I'm all alone
When I'm spittin fly shit on the microphone
And I'm that black nigga sittin on my throne
And it's on, got you motherfuckin mind blown
(chorus)
(big rocc)
Niggas get sprayed like raid I have em' droppin
Moppin, shootin niggas up like charles bronsen
J rocc, a nigga playin it for keeps, so keep
Fuckin up in the compton streets, yo ren pass a nigga that 38
So I could set all these bitch made niggas str8
Now tell me, do you wanna take it toe for toe strap for strap
I'd rather bust a cap in your fuckin back
Take a look, what you see is a crook, breakin every rule in the book
I try my best not to get locked up
But at the same time I steady be fuckin up
At the shack, niggas be sippin on that yat
Breakin off a freestyle on my nigga hutch's track
It's big rocc once again it's on and I got you motherfuckas str8 mind blown
In the alley
Oh yeah...
You know what I'm sayin'...
We peel mothafuckin' cops around here...
You can't come around here talkin' that shit
You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and
Wind up dead
You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a
Bodybag you fag
And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now -
Don't come to the alley with that bullshit
[bullshit]
Hey ren, who's talkin' shit?
Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'?
Right up my alley I see fiends and things
But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga
Sings
And he's singin' the blues in holey shoes
While he's sippin' on brews
''cause every week he see a nigga's killed in the news
In the alley all the hard heads kick it
Don't permit the suckerz 'cause they rob the
Mothafuckaz
Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they drop
So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops
Old ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do
I run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe
I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it
'cause I got bills and mothafuckaz won't pay it
In the alley - bitches sell pussy real cheap
Waitin' to rob the trick when the fucka fall asleep
Bitches 15-16 got the claps
And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps
Sucked up ho's with toejams in their toes
Dirty ass clothes, with boogers in their nose
Roamin', zonin' lookin' for dick to suck
Walk around in a daze like they don't give a fuck
In the alley ..
Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead
Bitches ...
Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga
Where you from ?
Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole
And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole
Takin' turns, sippin' on the 40 oz
Poppin' some funky shit by the d.o.c
I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named
Snoop
My nigga dj train he hittin' corner in de coop
Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he put in work
Lookin' like a straight g - with some khaki's and a
T-shirt
We sit at the table slappin' bones
While the little bg'z fight with the sticks and the
Stones
Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why
So all the little fuckers get in the g and do a
Driveby
Take down some rivals 'cross-town
They're back to the alley where they can't be found
Police come around and try to find 'em
But the whole fuckin' set is standing right there
Behind them
Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
They did'nt know what hit 'em 'cause the niggaz had to
Get 'em
In the alley ..
Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in
The alley ..
You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga?
Standin' in the alley with my nigga juvinalle for a
While
This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin'
Foul
Tryin' to get a name but did it all the wrong wayz
My brother cocked the fucker, threw his ass in a
Daze
People crowded 'round like a fly on shit
Everybody had to stand 'cause there ain't nowhere to
This little punk he was new to the alley
He rolled with some white mothafuckaz in the valley
Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces
I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
My brother picked him up and started hittin' him
Some more
Then every nigga had to get a turn
To make sure that this mothafucka learn
Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks
Check it, and my homey lit his pitbull bite off his
Dick
And to top it off before my brother left the scene
He emptied off his clip with the whole 15
The year is 87'
Back in the 12th grade g
When I used to hang with ch to the ip hangin' in the halls
Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz
We got dissed 'cause we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo
Because it's all about self
We used to try to get the number and the name
But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game
We used to try to fuck with ho's
In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass
We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew,
But what the fuck can I do?
They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why? ]
Because my feet was my transport
You ax 'em to dance they start to riff
And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift
But now the tables turned around
Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down
I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones
They're thinkin' they're fine and also runnin' the same line :
"what's up ren, we used to be in the same class"
I'm shakin' my head yeah, now listen to line ass
They ax me what have I been up to,
Knowin' damn well I made money for my record sales
I zip on my drink and say see ya
'cause only a four leg and pregnant mud can be ya'
People that used to hate me
Now when they see me they speak first
But used to demon raps 'cause I cursed
They used to say I would'nt make it 'cause I use profanity
And call myself a nigga with an attitude
But once again the tables turned around
Niggaz tryin' to be down - walkin' up like a hound
Especially the ones that never had nothin' to say
Now they talk to me like enow and everyday
Axin' me what's up with eazy
Or dr. dre, yo did he marry miss she'ly?
Or did the d.o.c get his voice back,
And niggaz think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine
'cause when I come around I wanna kick it
The ..... is axin' me for concert tickets
The same fools, that used to go to my school
When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool
So if you realy wanna be down -
Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound!
The hound-dogs, they come in all shapes n' sizes
Jackin' 'round ren with a gang o' surprises
Nothin' but a groopy in sheep's clothin'
The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph
I feel like I'm on a talkshow
Because they ax all the questions then say they gotta go
Never wanna know how I'm makin' out
All they wanna know is when my alboum's commin' out
Or ax me - 'yo ren, when are you goin' on tour? '
I tell 'em 'the same time like I told you before'
Then there's always one beggin' for me to kick hm down
For pissin' on my leg I never knew you you fuckin' hound!
So go back to your home and fetch yo' bone
And quit retrievin' on mine 'cause nigga you got your own
And talk about me behind my back - nigga please!
So much of a hound, all you're missin' is your flees
Scratchin' all day because you're itchin'
You're tryin' to get news wishin' you was in my shoes
But trippin' like that you'd never be down
'cause ren don't likes a fuckin' hound -
Hey, hey ren, hey check this out loc
Hey man I've been hearing a gang of niggas
Talking a whole lot of unnecessary bullshit man
What if one of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?
I'll beat a niggaz ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfuckin piece of pussy there's no tell of it
I don't give a damn I'll beat a nigga like he's stole somethin'
And then I'll let the motherfucker know where ren is comin from
I'm from compton everybody's on the wagon
I'm looking for niggaz that's thinkin'
That they're the shit, that's who I'm taggin'
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinkin that you can fuck with ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before, fools want up in my shoes
But after fuckin with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and dj train dropping bombs like a p2
So you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no shit
Cause mc ren ain't a nigga that you wanna try and fuck with
Kick a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme
Writin that shit that ya love to hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10
Now throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe
Start the violence goin on through an mc ren show
I don't give a fuck if niggaz is fightin in the crowd
I only got one concern, that's my vocals pumpin loud
I'm standing on the stage I got my niggaz to my right
I bust a couple of verses
Then jump in the crowd and get with the fight
I hit a nigga off in the head with a chair
The reason for that, the motherfucker he was standin there
Then dj train will grab the gauge - just in case a motherfucker
Talks shithe'll be the victim on the front page
He's on his way to the morgue - to kick it with the rest
Of them motherfuckers that I gave free room and board
So when ya at my show
Let me see ya throw your hands up in the air and slap a hoe
Cause that's the only noise I wanna hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10
The final frontier makes an average nigga wonder
Why they do a couple of records and then they go up under
Try to copy ren but ren just can't be duplicated
Motherfuckers makin pussy shit so I come in and fade it
Slap the niggaz like bitches if they have to talk back
Put my foot so deep in their ass they have a hole and not a crack
The shit just makes a nigga laugh, cause niggaz be comin up to me
Askin me why did I leave size 10 nike in that ass
I tell 'em I had to do it was part of the plan
To try to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By usin randb fuckin singers in the God damn breaks
Try to go commercial but they started out street
That's reason why they're still drivin their two feet
Thinkin they can diss ren's flow, but singin and dancin
Don't go with the format that I be usin in my show
It's just hardcore niggaz actin crazy on the stage
Wearing gangsta clothes yo and spittin on the hoes
Doin' that shit that ya love to hear
Cause mc ren is the final frontier
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Mc ren) ya fuck with me ya gotta fuck with a mack 10
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
(Black guy) who is it?
(White guy) the black nigga that they call ren
1995 and compton's still up in this motherfucker
Yeah, this album's dedicated to all you real niggaz
But most of all it's dedicated to you bitch ass niggaz
Who is it? the bitch made nigga killa
I'm swingin' on niggaz ever time I feel 'um
'cause niggaz walkin' 'round with they're ass out
So I'll be droppin' funky shit till they pass out
These bitch made niggaz swingin' on the dick
Back the fuck up before I have a fit
I'm peelin' niggaz caps, makin' gang of snaps
Be true to this shit with hard motherfuckin' raps
187 bitch slappin' on the track
Makin' fools break theyself like as if it was a jack
Keep a big stick just incase I gotta swing
The heater is the mack, stashed at the shack
So while your rollin', date is in your force mobile
Just remember motherfuckers the shit caps I peel
Niggaz just a piece of cheese for a hood rat
Falsin' for a hooker and I never understood that
'cause it's the same old shit everyday and every night
'cause nigga ren won't put it down if the shit ain't tight
So listen to the funk as I deal 'um
To a bitch made nigga, I'm the bitch made nigga killa
(chorus)(2x)
You know the color the villain's in black
Bitch made niggaz better watch they back
You know the color the villain's in black
Beatin' niggaz ass and it's like that
And I'm stalkin', walkin' in my khaki suit
Tryin' to see what niggaz I'm a have to shoot
This ain't a bang-bang boogie like the new booty flow
New niggaz tryin' to do the shit I did years ago
'cause if it ain't rough it ain't e-motherfuckin' nuff
You bitch made niggaz, here to call you're bluff
Pull your ho card, like my nigga cab said
Crack my big stick up against your damn head
Yeah, radio suckas never play me
But you can hear bitch made niggaz on daily
Ren gonna have to put his foot down
Motherfuckers ain't gonna like how it's put down
So mic check one, whatever I don't give a damn
Me be ready to slam, when I hit the jam
So yell controversy when I bust a rhyme
No more irresitable bitch made niggaz in '99
Black reign is coming, niggaz it's bad weather
Whenever 187 and ren get together
And listen to the funk as I deal a
Blow to these bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa
(chorus)
Hypocrite niggaz always runnin' they mouth
>from the north, to the east, to the west, and south
'causethe freaks come out at night
And all bitch made niggaz be comin' 'cause you have no friends
So don't come around playin' double-o 7
'cause your ass might get caught in a two-eleven
Niggaz don't call me 'less the video is poppin'
Only come around when my new shit's droppin'
Niggaz ain't nothin' but some hound dogs I betcha
You bitch made niggaz didn't know I was the bitch catcher
I'll choke ya with a grip
Stranglin' motherfuckers not come correct, so don't slip
Real niggaz don't die, so I'm still alive
Fuckin' up shit in '94 and '95
'cause I'm livin' like a hustler
Busta, heard you was talkin' that shit so ya musta
Thought it wouldn't get back to me
Niggaz ya shoulda thought a million times before you tried to do me
But listen to this funk as I deal a
Blow to you bitch made niggaz, I'm the bitch made nigga killa
Behind the scenes
Now this is the bitch who made straight a's,
But never got a look out of the house back in de
Dayz
And when she was at school she gave people dirty
Looks,
She always carried books and thought me and my
Friends were crooks,
You always see the bitch in her classes,
She never wore pants she wore a dress and some
Glasses,
Teachers used to brag, she was the teacher's pet,
And the nigguz used to brag how much they wanna get
Her wet,
Usless to aproach her coz she didn't talk,
But you would say "fuck it" when you saw the bitch
Walk,
Ass hanging out by the pound,
And that's the reason why niggaz wanted to get her
Panties down,
She kept to herself in the hallways,
And never looked at niggaz like all day,
And when the last bell rung she was gone,
So one day I decided to follow the bitch home,
Her mother was at work she would'nt get home 'till
So it was time for ren to put the bitch in the mix,
'cause back in the school it was every nigguz dream,
So now it's time to get a closer look behind the
Scene!
"all the pimps, the hores, the pulldaggers, the
Cocksuckers,
Gave 100$ bill just to see"
Now I made it to her house but she would'nt let me
In yo,
So I said fuck it, snuck around to the window,
She get into the room and start to undress,
Now I'm biting on my lips saying "damn this bitch
Is blessed!"
The doorbell rung, it was the nextdoor neighbor,
And he was asking her, could she do him a favour,
She grabbed de nigga's hand and took him in the
Room,
And layed on the back as he fucked her with a
Broom,
He said he wanted to go but then she said,
She wanted him to eat the pussy so she grabbed his
Head,
And he started eating it like a thanksgiving dinner,
He made the bitch come and then he put his dick up
In her,
She scratched up his back with her claws,
But she was screaming so loud he had to gag her
With his draws,
And after they finished fucking yo the bitch took a
Shower,
To wash off the sweat from the last half hour,
The bitch put out some bud and then she started to
Smoke,
Took a swig of jack daniels and made a few lines of
Coke,
The nigga said "shit, gotta go",
B'cause this innocent little girl is a ho!
Yo behind the scenes!
"nobody in .. my neighborhood" mix
Now I went back to school the very next day,
And I knew that my niggaz won't believe what I had
To say,
I told them what I saw and nigguz said "yeah right",
So I told the mothafuckaz to come over there
Tongiht,
Now there's 10 real niggaz at her window,
Waiting to see a ho like at a matinee show
They thought that I was lying 'cause we waited 1 hour,
And when we started to leave the bitch walked out
Da shower,
Ass hanging out as she laid on the bed,
Her bottomlips was hanging and she started
Fingerbanging,
Her daddy walked in and started beating her with a
Belt,
The bitch was so hot she made the leather start to
Melt,
But she was liking it,
Yelling "daddy give it to me harder",
Then he took off all his clothes and start fucking
His daughter,
My niggaz outside did'nt believe what they would
See-some,
And when her mama got home, they turned into a
Threesome,
Her mama ate the pussy while her daddy doggystyled
The family prayed together and they also laid
Together,
I could'nt take no more 'cause I was too much of a man,
So I jumped right thru the window with my dick in
My hand,
The family didn't mind and kept doing what they was
Doing,
'cause now it was even it was 2 against 2,
And 'bout a couple minutes after I was in,
All my niggaz jumped in all 10 yo behind the scenes!
"this is a bitch who did the whole crew"
"yes daddy I love you"
"she like suckin' on dicks .. and lickin' up
(mc ren:)
I fuck so good I make dike bitches straight
And give em mo love jones then lorenz' tape
Nigga outta state been to every nigga hood
Gets treated like farhekahn, the shit is all good
Niggaz be on their knees like their ready to suck a dick beggin
Like niggaz about to beat they ass caught for bootleggin
The villain be havin keys to black holes in space
Hoes beggin a nigga to lick my nuts for a taste
Dick be so huge, givin em over bites like monefa,
Be hard to leave the room when she undress that black moon,
My shit explodin more than timothy mcveigh,
Fuck with me I'll take yo ass off the l like k day
Compton niggaz fighting more than mgm grand
Fucking bitches looking like the real roxanne
Niggaz know they can't fuck with me,
It's cpt all day howz it gone be niggaz?
(t-girl:)
Chorus:
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren:)
I don't be givin a fuck I be making these niggaz/bitches pissy
Comin at me with that bullshit y'all can miss me, a real nigga
You know y'all niggaz used to wanna be,
To hard motherfuckers like me and e [eazy-e],
Full of freaky tails like short, gotta killa appettite,
Yo bitch chose me cause I could fuck her all night
You niggaz worse than deangelo bitin prince
Or heavy d biting biggy, I'll slap yo ass silly
Real niggaz made will smith leave philly not jada
These bitch niggaz turnin into ren hatas
Cause I still get paid for writing
That street shit that they play that make mothufukkas start fightin
So come on, hop on my nuts like everybody did greenbay,
Still won't believe it like the screenplay,
You wack niggaz tryin to walk around proud
You muthufukkin groupies ain't allowed.
(t-girl:)
Chorus:
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren:)
I gives a fuck, you niggaz mad cause I made your bitch hot,
I saw you slap her ass in the parking lot
Compton niggaz like me be born macks
Add it to this fuckin nigga if you wore black
Gang shit change, compton still the shit niggaz know
In this rap shit compton niggaz all pro
That street shit, y'all niggaz know who made the best
Compton niggaz holding down the whole fucking west
Nobody tryin to see yo ass like that movie booty call
Mo suave than mjg and 8ball
Niggaz mo bitchy than that nigga genuwine
The bitches are free, but stupid niggaz buy the wine
Compton niggaz be takin pussy, on gp
Or they be down to suck yo dick if you mc
But if you ain't the viialin hold yo dick in yo hand tell em give me
The bitches strip tease like demi.
(t-girl:)
Chorus:
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
Niggaz in compton don't give a mad fuck,
Where the fuck you from nigga
What the fuck up?
Cpt nigga that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(mc ren:)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
(t-girl:)
Punk bitches that's how it gotte be
(mc ren:)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
Call my niggaz from the hub if you wanna fuck with me.
(t-girl:)
Punk bitches that's how it gotta be
(mc ren:)
Bitch niggaz that's how it gotta be
(t-girl:)
Punk bitches that's how it gotta be
[Intro: MC Ren]
Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds
of MC motherfuckin' Ren and motherfuckin' Bigg Rocc
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I be peepin' you niggaz tellin' your bitch not to smile at the villain
she wants this dick, I must to quit
tell you motherfuckers like Johnny Cochran you ain't shit
you'se a studio and still don't fit
I been lookin' at niggaz cheesin' and grinnin'
on M.T.V, B.E.T, no more cheese
So I..call my nigga Rocc and get the shit done
fuck the police, we blase in the sun
make your bitch come, these hoes they all dumb
wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run
but Villain gon' bring
some ghetto-Ass-Shit, don't need the nigga to sing
have your own mamma gyratin' on my ding-a-ling
you know how I do it, she swallowed it
rip right through it, so next time you open your mouth
make sure my motherfuckin' dick sway the fuck out...
[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'
well I'ma bring it if you niggaz gon' sing it
then I'ma close your curtains, this is my show
up rises the .44, blast at your door
criminal minded, you have been blinded
West Coast, Compton, niggaz we stay grinded
we hardheads, feds, most wanted killers
they came with a bare, tryin' to figure out niggaz
the blocks with guns, the guns with tote
the bomb-Ass-Bitches, the chronic and coke
it's a bunch of rich ghetto negros
check out the gators on my motherfuckin' toes
keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
don't invite the niggaz you hated, they'll overrated
ugh, I'ma keep a fuckin' bullet for the wasters
now we keep it cheap for my motherfuckin' gangsters...
[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha
[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
It's a chosen world nigga don't get mad
cause your bitch wanna hop her ass, in my the back of my 'llac
and take her ride down memory lane, of that chronic and hypnotic
body lookin' so exotic
I gotta watch it before I hit it
sure up on all that pussy, puttin' on the show like a classic hoe
on the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse
so I can beat that fat pussy down...
[Verse 4: MC Ren]
yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this shit
Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins
would you think about that, you bitch
when your baby mamma suckin' my dick
I'm too sick with it
Compton finest, bitches behind us, what the fuck you're sayin'
we have your mamma frayin'
so bring it on, fuck the microphone
just give me like two zones
my black ass is gone, nigga...
[Chorus x4: Bigg Rocc]
I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night
[Intro: DJ Yella Talking]
L.A., Watts, Ingle wood, C.P.T
Yo Ren let's do this Shit
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
We make bitches suck dick as a drop of a dime
And niggaz mad as fuck when I'm bustin' my rhyme
These super-Hoe-Niggaz shit is hard to find
Got these nasty-Ass-Hoes nigga standin' in line
DJ Yella back with 'Ren
Lookin' for a bitch to stick my dick in
She swallowed it, once again
Is she ridin' this dick 'til it's startin' to binge
We out in L.A. nigga bangin' hoes
Bitches suckin' dick, nigga ass and toes
Slow-lights, camera, action, fuckin'
Yella and Ren still always into somethin'
Too much talkin', not enough fuckin'
My dick over two butts and top-notch dick suckin'
And tell that bitch, she better swallow the nut
The homey told me that I wrath for sluts...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Nigga fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
You bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
Fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
I like bangin' these hoes
Get these nasty bitches up out they clothes
Ren and Yella closed the door
We bout to get our role mothafuckin' strip-show Live in L.A.
Compton and Watts
Lookin' at all these fly bitches comin' in flocks
Lookin' for nut, want the Vill's dick
Too bad bitches, the black and filipino shit
We sit, these hoes gettin' love with the dick
Ren got that shit they love to fuck with
All night sentence, open your mouth
Open your blouse, let my black ass get you arouse
You want the Villain up in here lickin' your nipple
Sip some rippals, smoke some bud, on the hot tub
I'm the mothafuckin' shit around here
Bangin' these hoes every year...
[Chorus: MC Ren with variations]
Nigga fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
Nigga, fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
You bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
If ain't fuckin' you best to live
Lookin' all these hoes we about to receive
We got them layin' on the coach playin' with they clits
Puffin' on the weed and talkin' big shit
How many dicks did she take in her ass
Especially when she know, she like it hard and fast
Put your hands togther, for the dick sucker
Ren gon' pimp her, y'all gon' fuck her
Make that bitch start to come a lot
Keep the trick hot
Make the bare rot, not tight like the four knots
The pussy is flues, make the whole crew twistin' legs like the news
We all good now, lookin' to the camera smile
You won't be suckin' dick for a while
That's how it's going down
When you fuckin' with Villain straight from Compton
Bangin' these hoes...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Nigga fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
Nigga, fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
Fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
Fuck that bitch
She laid out, make her suck this dick
Then fuck that trick
We up here nigga bangin' hoes
Bitch niggaz gettin' hot cause we bang these hoes
[Outro: DJ Yella Talking]
Yeah, this is how we do it
For the O three, Play Boy.T - "Yella's Cousin"
MC-Ren, awww yeah, big man
WEEE you still my nigga, ha ha ha
Ugh, takin' this shit over, ugh for the real niggaz
Smoke it up, light it up, ugh, I'm out
Because we got the streets suckas
Can you dig it? ? ?
I wanna get right to the point
He's here
"he's unique, he's unconquerable."
(repeated)
Mc ren, mc ren is a killa of the crafted men
Twas the night before the ball struck
And all the snakes was outta sight
And of all those cat hangs
And all the solutions
Now it's like do or die
So salute to the battle cry
And all the real niggaz
Step up to the frontline
You don't want two scoops of fruit loops
For the real troops
'cause it's about a quarter to midnight
15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot
Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop
For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue
Because all those who can't hang get hung
And those who can't take charge get dault
So come and walk, coming strong
Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long
And not a soldier, a soldier
Nigga I thought somebody was older
'cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over
Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame
So I'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you g's trapped in shame
Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain
Livin' in an underground railroad
Takin' aim and set to cause much pain
So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain
One million ways to die
So devil don't even try
I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa
(chorus) 2x
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (compton niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (park's niggas)
Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (la niggas)
My nigga who the fuck got that street shit (real niggas)
(mc ren)
A motherfuckin fiend, before I became a teen
The villain was fuckin with bitches instead of cones or ice cream
Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes
These niggas don't be havin no lyrics
All they talk about is nines and chronic
The villain be doing that but I can switch up
Kick some unreleased shit nigga pick your bitch up
The villain be killin you niggas that's running with clicks
Ren be own em'
Niggas be running with clicks cause they can't do it on they own lonesome
From cpt to nyc, I keeps it hot
Bitches be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots.
Ten years of damage motherfucking rap god
Traded in the dayton's on the foe with 3 tripods
The villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause I might
Be uniden-tah-fied if I come whack, mothefuckers late at night
Niggas be waking up forgetting the whole thing
Nigga it ain't over till the hoe sing, bitch sing it
(chorus) 2x
(mc ren)
Ain't shit changed, still making bitches pussy's hot
Hanging with niggas from compton carryin big glocks
Fucking em' car hops trippin off some paint and gold d'z
Bitches be happy to hold these
Hanging with rap niggas like lez and joe clair
Niggas from compton multiply and seen everywhere
Making your spot hot attract the feds and protest
Kidnapping bitches and make the scene grotesque
Real niggas and bitches niggas hanging out
Cpt dwelling shots reigning out
Selling coke, hoes taking dicks down they throat
Bitch niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom note
New release, promotin fucking police
Crooked motherfuckers hot cause I won't give em' a piece
Mc motherfuckin ren back at cha'
Niggas bit my shit the villain ain't mad at cha'
(chorus) 2x
(mc ren)
A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash
Same hoes when I was little, fucking niggas for cash
Now they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dope
Stuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they throat
Some on they tittys, ankles and ass
Every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past
They be at the clubs, pussy's used up
They tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up
Real niggas turn the light out
Nigga till they child's through
These hoes today be havin niggas rob you
Just to come up, so niggas can fuck em' with cheap weed
Makin motherfuckers go and drop a week seed
Thinkin they max julie fake ass macks
All the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack
Who's getting played nigga you or the hoe
These bitches be fuckin you and your doe
Niggas fuck it!
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass
Villain make it or continue it, look at all the shit you in
Eazy does it that be like the shit we used to do
Five niggaz comin' out the C P T so fuck you
Time changed for the good niggaz in the hood be comin' up
Villain can you set it off again, you know you should
Yo let's that this shit back to 1989
Where this nigga shit I'm bustin niggaz know they couldn't find
Dream Team members Egyptian fan base
Villain hit the scene, all them fools got erased
Threw a mothafuckin' monkey wrench up in the rap game
Since I hooked up with E, shit ain't ever been the same
Opened up doors for you niggaz that be thinkin'
That your flows be on tizight, bitin' what I wrizite
Chokin' when I recite killin' manuscripts
When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
Real mothafuckin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright
You can floss for your bitch but you know this shit is tight
'Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be?
I'ma slap you 'cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me
Or the other three, that the FBI be phone tappin'
Shook the government before you niggaz started rappin'
Now it's chrome city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq
Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack
Ruthless attack all the way to two though
Try to block it out but you never knew how
And when I walk through the crowd
I'm seeing mothafucka's grin
I hear they bitches sayin' that's MC Ren
Makin' fools sway when I bought a King Tex's
Because I started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks
Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind
Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
I run a hundred miles just so I can MC
Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T.
Ain't nothin' changed we find 'em, fuck 'em, then we flee
While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that bitch, she want me
Niggaz we crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out
Now y'all crystal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin'
Make the West look like ass, all full of shit
Invest in drug money, shit, still didn't hit
What it take for y'all quit ruthless got it on lock
Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like Pac
Here we come, here we go, blowin' up your spot
My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock
Full circle, all this shit gon' repeat
When this shit drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets
The saga continues right before your eyes
Villain gives a fuck? 'Cause this is ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
The saga continues right before your eyes
The saga continues cause its do or die
The saga continues right before your eyes
You know why 'cause I'm ruthless for life
[Intro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking]
just throw your set high on the air
swear it's gettin' mighty funky out there
there's some bitches over here, there's some niggaz over there
can I get a ride on cous' "yeah"
ha ha ha ha ha, this is dedicated to the whole.."Suckers" "Suckers"
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
I take flight like fist fights
you see bright lights, throwin' lefts and rights
I keep my jaw light tight swingin'
bullets seein' pass your head though your windows
and plastic falls, it's rat cast get closed [laughter]
I laugh at those who chose to get ball
when they loose a couple of souls, they crumbled and fall
done watch the hunt down hurt, hang and hate the hater
watch how we rise, ball and fake be later
top dollar, anybody who got a problem with us
could easly be found in crush [Gun Cocked]
our lush fillin' of rush, feel the Adrenaline pumpin'
me and Dub and the Escalade dumpin' "yeah"
Crazy Toones productions, cra.. the ass [car peels out]
Limo tint down, let us track some tramps my nigga
when I walk I'm leavin' holes in the concrete
Xzibit dropped that heat from thirty thousand feet...
[Chorus: W.C.]
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, if you a crib or a blood
nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
through that nigga cuttin' it up, Toones is fuckin' it up
[Verse 2: Young Maylay]
let me explain it, how I let the three wheel swingin'
drop it side to side, lock it up and then bang it
that's right, westcoast, L.A. originated
the pirate'll take flight, now I'm the pilot desingated
Maylay cocked fist sittin' "what" switch hittin'
hundred spoke twistin', five twenty stip grippin'
see the bottom of the transmission, sixtey six inchin'
showin' off how to quote it in Chrome suspension
get my crown home, my bounce on
cut the sounds on and stompin' like Bow Wow
they already known I got the hottest rider goin'
flat bed in the back, just incase I gotta tore them
I cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck
jumpin' out soundin' like Dub, yeah nigga what
two licks on the switch, and they got up "bang bang"
with the ass in locked up, that mothafucker hot hop...
[Chorus: W.C.]
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, if you a crib or a blood
nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
through that nigga cuttin' it up, Toones is fuckin' it up
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
who is it, the black nigga with the big dick
toss it up with Crazy Toones takin' your trick
but that bitch better swallow
I don't give a damn if she has fake ass rap model "Damn"
nigga get the fuck out here "while below me down"
if she sucked my balls, if she want me to stink
I don't give a fuck I'm filled with curse words "come on"
fuck all your Radio gigs and nerds
and fuck the....my black ass still gon eat
Airplay they can't stop the Villain "uha"
slangin' Mixtapes like my fuckin' ass dope dealin' "what you need"
take a flight with Dub and X "nigga"
let me foot print like the mothafuckin' tea-Rex "damn"
who got next, we run the court
and pregnant your bitch while you pay the child support "Mark"
then I'm out, get the next tape "uha"
the Villainous make your punk ass can't wait, ugh...
[Chorus: W.C.]
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, if you a crib or a blood
nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
through that nigga cuttin' it up, Toones is fuckin' it up
[Verse 4: W.C.]
Knick knackin' police rollin' in the Patty wagon
push it through the alley askin' where Dub and Toones at..and
where them niggaz livin'?, and how them niggaz steal stack?
is it really true them niggaz grew up on that house
niggaz sit and chat, talk behind the loc's back
but when we come through, like what's happenin' they don't want no action
little faggots, ya'll don't want it, cause we're pistol packin'
and you know the Childhood brothers won't get to gatin'
Click clackin', pass the cushion and zig-zag
dip that let that mothafucker get back
rip that 9 millimeter, clip gat
bust a U where these niggaz at?
let's push that wig back nigga
Toones and Dub-C back to slaughter and shit
switch tapes, Mixtapes yeah we started this shit
find me some real niggaz y'all can feel niggaz
to all my ground converse and Chevy Grill Lexus...
[Chorus: W.C.]
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull the trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, if you a crib or a blood
nigga I don't give a fuck, let me see them fingers up
nigga what, roll up on them, hit them up
pull that trigger, give it up
lift the Chevy, grill up
nigga what, got me throwin' up my Dubs
through that nigga cuttin' it up, Toones is fuckin' it up
[Outro: DJ Crazy Toones Talking]
yeah, I wanna piss on all y'all nigga's graves before I kill you
Cause I'm tired of niggaz claimin' the westcoast
and ain't playin' no mothafuckin' the westcoast arts
Oh yeah...
You know what I'm sayin'...
We peel mothafuckin' cops around here...
You can't come around here talkin' that shit
You'll get a mothafuckin' bullet in your head and wind up dead
You know what I'm sayin', I'll send you home in a bodybag you fag
And I'm 'a tell you somethin' right now -
don't come to the alley with that bullshit (bullshit)
Hey Ren, who's talkin' shit?
Hey nigga where that shit happenin' at lo'?
Right up my alley I see things and scenes
But you know it ain't over 'till the black nigga sings
And he's singin' the blues and holdin' shoes
While he's zippin' off booth
'Cuz every week he see a nigga's killed in the news
In the alley all the hard hits kicking
Don't permit the suckerz cuz they ride the mothafuckaz
Niggaz gettin' high and high 'till they grw-p (grow-up)
So fucked up - they start shootin' at the cops
So ladies complain but there ain't shit they can do
Or run dead in the house slap the bitches with a shoe
I sell my dope and I ain't ashamed to say it
Cuz I got Benz and mothafuckaz won't pay it
In the alley - Bitches sell pussy real cheap
Waitin' 'round the trick when the fucka fall asleep
Bitches 15-16 got the claps
And crabs in their pussy crawl around in the naps
Sometime ho's would tore jams in the toes
30 ass cloth, with boogers in their nose
Roamin', Roamin' lookin' for dick to suck
Walk around in the dayz like they don't give a fuck
IN THE ALLEY ..
Hey man, look at these mothafuckin' basehead bases ...
Nigga you pop a gang of shit but ah nigga
Where you from ?
Right up my alley niggaz trip cars that they stole
And niggaz outside look for wayz to get swole
Takin' turns, zippin' on the 40 oz
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I'm with my nigga little nation or my homey named snoop
My nigga DJ train he hittin' corner in de coop
Pullin' up I give him gat - axin' if he pullin' work
Lookin' like a straight G - with some cockeis and a T-shirt
We sit at the table wrappin' bones
While the little BG'z fight with the sticks and the stones
Tryin' to get a name for the self yo but why
So all the little buckets gettin' the G into a driveby
Take down some rifles 'cross-town
They're back to the alley where they can't be found
Police come around and try to find 'em
But the whole fuckin' scene is standing right there behind them
Open up fire on the pigs now they cook
They did'nt know what hit 'em cuz the niggaz had to get 'em
IN THE ALLEY ..
Officers down, officers down, we need assistance in the alley ..
You're talkin' shit but where was you nigga?
Standin' in the alley with my nigga Juvinalle for a while
This nigga try to rush it but the fool was livin' fall
Tryin' to get a name pretended on the wrong wayz
My brother cock de fuck out to his ass in the dayz
People crowded 'round like a fly on shit
Everybody had to stand cuz there ain't nowhere to sit
This little punk he was new to the alley
He grew up with some white mothafuckaz in the valley
Now he's on his back lookin' up in all these faces
I bet he won't open up his mouth in no more places
And he don't know, he won't go but now he has to go
My brother picked him up and started hittin' him some more
Then every nigga had to get a turn
To make sure that this mothafucka learn
Niggaz kickin' him - hittin' him with bricks
Check it, and my homey lit his big ball bite off his dick
And to top it off he pulled my brother at the scene
He emptied up his click with the whole 15
[Intro: Dj As Radio Host]
[Dj:] K-R & B, K-R & B, All R&B; All The Time
Hey Ahh, These Phone Lines, The Line Up Out Here
Let Me Take A Call, We Gotta Brother From Compton
Ahh, He Is On Line One, Let's Take The Line One Right Now
Brother Are You On The Phone?
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] Yeah, I'm On The Phone Nigga
[Dj:] Hey Brother, Watch The Language Ahh Also Here In The
K-R&B; Don't You Talk With That Type Of Language
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] Man I Can Say What The Fuck I Want To, This Is My Dime
[Dj:] Oooh Ooh, Okey Brother What's On Your Mind?
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] Man I Don't Like The Shit You Puttin' Down Rap Music
Ain't No Good, It's Degradin'...
[Dj:] Wait A Minute Brother, Wait A Minute
I Like Rap Music But I Like Soft Rap Music
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] How The Fuck You Don't Play Rap Music
Dead On Your Punk Ass Radio Station, Nigga
[Dj:] Well Brother, Brother I Play Rap Music
But I Only Play Smoooth Rap Music, You Understand What I'm Sayin'
[Bigg Rocc:] Nigga What Kind Of Niggas You, You Harvard Ass Nigga
I Didn't Know They Gave Out Radio Degrees In Harvard Nigga
[Dj:] Brother Did You Say, I Mean If You Had A Degree Brother
You Probably Wouldn't Be Talking With Me That Way You Talkin' To Me Right Now
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] Man I'm Talked The Way I'm Fuckin' Wanna Talk
[Dj:] Here In K-R&B;, Can We Go To Commercial?
Caller 1 [Bigg Rocc:] Man Fuck You, Fuck K-R&B;
And Fuck The Hoes Y'all Roll In The..
[Hook: Mc Ren]
Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio, Radio..
[Verse 1: Mc Ren]
Man Turn From That Shit
That Bullshit Station They Need To Quit
Put Me To Sleep With Your Hoe Play This
If I Don't Give You A Free Show, You Won't Play This
If I Don't Come Through And Do Drop, You Won't Play This
I Hate To Say It, These Mothafuckin' Program Is Nigga They Hate Us
And These Mothafuckin' Dj's Think They Platinum
Cause These Little Stupid Young Bitches Is Tryin' To Get Them
Fuck Radio, And Fuck All These Whack Niggas On The Radio
I'm Keepin' It Gutter, Lights My Blunt And Fuck Your Mother
I'm The Villain, It Ain't No Other, Nigga
With Da-Da-Da-Day, With Da-Da-Da-Day
Listen To These Guy Niggas Is Tryin' To Gang Bang
Listen To These White Boys Thought They Talk Slang
And They Say That We're Threats, Lock Us Up In Thangs Nigga...
[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
Here's A Song For The Radio "Radio"
Gangster Shit Is Signed By John Doe "Radio"
All In Your Mothafuckin' Stereo "Radio"
Niggas Kickin' That Gangster Ass Info' "Radio"
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
Uhh, Here's A Song For The Radio
John Doe Comin' In Your Stereo
Gangster Shit, Street Theme Music
Ha, We Make Nigga And Bitches They Bounce Through With It
We Gives The Fuck If The Next Man Rap
Don't Bring That Soft Shit In Here, You'll Get Slapped
We Only Play, That Hardcore Shit
Uncut, That Makes Bitches Wanna Fuck
No R&B; Shit, Beggin' For Pussy Like The Hound
You're The Type Of Nigga Bay Bitch Cookies
You're Young Rookie, Sucker For Love
Hit A Few Clubs Now You Think You're Thug
You're Radio Act At The Program Station
No Cheques, No Heavy, Probation
Bitch Nigga Get In Line And Start Waitin'
Or Do Like Us, And Duck Take The Whole Station...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mc Ren]
Fuck The Radio Nigga, Fuck The Radio
Too Much Bullshit Get Played On The Radio
50/80, Miss It, Hearly
We Used To Hear Mothafuckin' Real Niggas Yearly
But To Day, The Shit Is Wanted Down
Niggas Be With Fools And Clowns, Thinkin' They Down
We Made Shit Radio Can't Touch
This For The Niggas In The Streets And Such...
[Verse 4: Bigg Rocc]
My Lyrics Be Leathal Daddy Lover
Makes You Tell Your Mother That's A Cold Mothafucker
Not An Undercover Brother, By The Dick Too Big
This Radio Station Not For Kids
It's For The Hardheads, Mothafuckin' Riders
East To The West, To The North, South Siders
For All You Hoodrats Is Good To Go
Give The Nigga A Call On John Doe Radio...
[Intro:]
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeaaaah
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Uhh, from the days of wayback, before Demo' street-Ass-Niggaz
where you hoes, I have to think of a way
to gain with mentality, plus make money
even Fred got all the honey
bullshit talant shows got me ready
while my life start to review like Rock Steady
I'm the truth, nigga fuck that bitch
I don't scratch, where I don't hitch "hell no"
fuck the clubs, same hoes there from '91
I gotta bad bitch don't gotta beg for one
erase your vocals, find some new shit
cause ain't nothin' new what your ass gonna spit
you're the hardest motherfuckin' crypt, nigga you're lyin' and shit
take this dick don't trip
known damn where they chase you out the hood
after you can toss them, you say you wish they would
we puffin' big green, bitch come and flockin'
on my motherfuckin' hotel, door they knockin'
they want some dick, these bitches don't quit
John Doe is the shit, nigga...
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
we reperesent that real shit, thug shit
drag you in that mud shit, hard times for my niggaz so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin' motherfuckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
niggaz know that they really can't fuck with this
we the niggaz that your bitch wanna roll with
and we the pimp niggaz that she wanna stroll with, she's on my dick
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I don't give the fuck like Mike Tyson
gangster shit I'm writtin, 12 rounds like niggaz fightings
uhh, throwin' blows, Dazzy and Dones
by the end of the night, I'll be sittin' on your throne
got six million ways to kill, choose one
I might hit you with one bullet when I pull it
new to your ass, since started to your ass
show the way I got my blast, I'm not fuckin' maggot
you're the one to be, hum with the scary niggaz
it was funny to me, when you squeezed that trigga at me
tryin' to earn stripes off a fool like me
I walk upon niggaz, you ain't like me
Uhh, and make sure that you dead as the door knob
yo, bitch niggaz John Doe want my job
tryin' to fill my shoes, I'ma may killer
never gave a fuck about the snitch-Ass-Nigga...
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
we reperesent that real shit, thug shit
Drag you in that mud shit, hard times for my niggaz so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin' motherfuckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
niggaz know that they really can't fuck with this
we them niggaz that your bitch wanna roll with
and we the pimp niggaz that she wanna stroll with, she's on my dick
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
I feel like givin' it up "givin' it up"
deep in some gangster cut
blow them wangster dubs, like wait on no fake hoes
I shake those, like the soul shaker
I floss for all my Rump Shakers
now drop that ass like it's hot
and if ain't with fuckin' then you can shake the spizzot
Kick rocks, the rest hated by hoes man
I ain't no motherfuckin' pimp with a hell plan
I'll tell you, what you can do with all that whoopty whoop
hold heat but you scared to shoot "nigga"
if we was in the East I would speak on some mad heats
but nigga we in the West, Lo-Lo's with mad beat
and switches, which is will make the rider complete "nigga"
candy blue paint and them tropical feet
niggaz know me, it's your nigga Dirty
speak that Compton shit from my nigga you heard me...
[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
we reperesent that real shit, thug shit
Drag you in that mud shit, hard times for my niggaz so be cold with
got aim and we so thick
givin' motherfuckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
niggaz know that they really can't fuck with this
we the niggaz that your bitch wanna roll with
and we the pimp niggaz that she wanna stroll with, she's on my dick
[Outro: Bigg Rocc]
dick, dick, dick
[Intro: MC Ren Talking]
oooh baby, yeah
ooooh baby, it's goin' down
oooooh baby, puff your blunts
fuck your bitch, drink your drank, I'm ready
oooooh baby, oooooh baby, oooooh baby
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
we was some young niggaz seen the ballers do it
I said fuck that, it's time for 'Ren to do it
so me and my nigga Chip Dirty
stayed out for everynight till like two: thirty
servin clocks, mothafuckin' young niggas
roll in them trucks with laces
bitches with the fine-Ass-Faces
I said I gotta be down, a teenage black mothafucker from the Compton
got thirty bucks and I double it up
see them cluckheads I'm yellin' what the fuck up
we got planty chips, get his bitch a fuckin' twenty
we're gettin' rich better tell this bitch
we fucked the police
pioneers hustling, pay bang crease
peace to my nigga Train, Rest In Peace
you nigga outdoin' it big, wish you was here
puffin' on this blunt nigga sippin' some Beer
still Compton nigga, you was my dogg we went to school together
then we two and forever
this little young niggaz don't know, this shit is personal
loosin' nigga that you know, you about to go through it
this shit I have you gone, then pray to your God
I have your ass in the corner cursin' your Gat
keep your head up, homey just remember the Villain
smoke weed, get your money nigga, fuck and be chillin...
[Chorus:]
Old times, there was no better day
just keepin' it real
Old times, there was no better way
that's just how I feel
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
you know how we do it
never gangsters around here
been bangin' that Compton shit for twenty years "uhh"
I had niggaz died, some with twenty five
some smoke dive in the hood tryin' to survive
in the ghetto
but shit be hard for the overage "yeah"
niggaz gotta have a job and a sack to have it
take any chance, cause you only'll get one
so you make what you can
you suppose to be a man and run shit
shut niggaz down when they turn bitch, or turn snitch
bury mothafuckers quick, this is the life I live
the rider nigga chose
forgive for my sin in this world so cold
so step the fuck back while I lay this fat track
I'm origin-al like that DJ Scratch
I blast the weak up off the Bout "Uhh"
Bigg Rocc, John Doe, nigga like that, Old Times...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: John Doe]
Lodi dodi, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
it's, just John Doe up on the Mic
And when we rock up on the Mic too late it's a gun fight
now you can call it ignite
but we continue, to find somethin' else to get into
Like some pussy, or infact "a bum rush"
A bum rush, but we call that rat pack
Gangster Gangster that's what we yellin'
how we made it new Compton no tellin'
sold crack out my house, yeah puffs was on it "uha"
Rest In Peace to my mamms, kept the nigga up on it
she know what I was doin, still had my back
she even lied on standin to keep a nigga in jack
you point a finger at me, you need to check yourself "uha"
we had nothin' in the fridge, fool I had to live...
[Intro: MC Ren Talking]
I'm Ready...
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
big villain real nigga number one
motherfuck guns, my voice bust they run
child of the sun, Compton we run
when bitches get up and boogie, you niggaz grap one
who the fuck tryin' to fuck with this
very tall throat, quick to point they coke
fuck the high note, switch her, gotta talk
I'm the new president nigga give you vote
boy you're lookin for fuckin Sadam
only makin the nigga shit yellin that's a bomb
Ex-slave on the front of my grave
nigga got me floatin into the fuckin rap page
Compton, showed me how to do it
peeped out these bitch niggaz run right through it
nigga fuck workin' nine to five's
bustin' this shit with half opened eyes
motherfuckin' legend, if it ain't rough
I blast on you bitches, fuckin leave in handcuffs
Ruthless Gangster definition, Villain
niggaz in the Hood they're stealin and drug dealin'
pimps sellin' bitches pussy to them niggaz chillin'
we young niggaz, clockin big figures
who taught the motherfuckin' police
that's the sound of the beasts...
[Shatterin Glass]
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
poor black nigga quick to drink liquor
get up in your ass cause my temple much quicker
run away slave, niggaz can't fuck with this
don't be known that I'm the fuckin' villinous
no ice on the wrist, just dick and black fist
you niggaz, I'll bust and couldn't catch my piss
I'm like a fuckin' snake when I start to hiss
pimp pimpin' shit, too cold for your bitch
nigga tell that hoe don't slam my door
we work too hard, what the fuck you think we're rappin' for
fuck the free show, fuck the free style
fuck the bitch, fuck you groupie nigga till 3 thousan'
hood shit rider, platinum Mic clutcher
talk that shit these niggaz gonna touch you
then shoot them and rop them, now teach these niggaz a lesson
fuckin haters hold up the peace sign
fuck your mama later...
[Intro: MC Ren]
John-motherfuckin-Doe, live for you, motherfuckers
we got John Doe in the house tonight
that motherfucker just came back from off tour
and he gon' tell all y'all punk bitches
a little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
this shit is fucked up, hoes tryin' to have the nigga set up
bitch wear my drawers
you scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't fuckin' with yours
fuck the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's
we the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's
I'm sick of the homey, and fuck nine to five's
in hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no niggaz even fightin' with knives
no dialogues cut you down to sizes
have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint
if she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint
it's fucked up how we brought up
put the nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up
niggaz out here ain't givin' the fuck
tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks sucked
it's the Villain, Chip and Rocc
you bitch ass gay niggaz need to stop...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more
this is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
since 12 I've been a young thug juvi'
my life, is like old black street buvie
big booties, drugs, alcohol straps
the good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks
junky-Ass-Cops, crooked ass that crackin' the ground
but dope'll never found
so why in the fuck would you pull me over
"because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover"
or in my four, hittin' corners on switches
mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches
my style is different, nigga pay attention
Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin'
some niggaz is bloodin, some niggaz is cribin'
some niggaz all about the green, some pimpin'
some hit you with the beam for no reason
365 westcoast killin' season...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more
this is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
"Niggaz" what you're claimin'
"Niggaz" sound the same and
"Niggaz" runnin' games and
"Niggaz" entertainin'
"Niggaz" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me
same niggaz ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be
bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs
my niggaz do super drugs, in hood for super loves
while you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps
keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat
you wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming"
Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget
we the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files
John Doe got fuckin' styles
so, write it down, remember it, take a picture
I gives the fuck
my niggaz is quick to get with you
Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna
if you was a buster, bend the corner........
[Chorus x3: MC Ren]
who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more
[Intro: DJ Train Talking]
[a great big round of applause]
It's time to tear the roof off them other suckers
Direct to you from Compton [Echoes]
Live present
[Hook: DJ Train Scratching and cutting]
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, the black nigga that they call Ren
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
MC Ren, the... the... the black nigga that they call Ren
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, the... the... the black nigga that they call Ren
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
MC Ren, the... the... the black nigga that they call Ren y'all
[Round 1: MC Ren]
Ren, niggaz in Compton robbin' mothafuckers
Ren, niggaz in Compton murderin' mothafuckers
Ren, niggaz in Compton robbin' mothafuckers
MC Ren, niggaz Compton niggaz... murderin... murderin' mothafuckers
Ren, niggaz in Compton robbin' mothafuckers
Ren, niggaz in Compton murderin' mothafuckers
Ren, niggaz in Compton robbin' mothafuckers
MC Ren, niggaz... in Compton niggaz, murderin' mothafuckers
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
MC Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
[Round 2: MC Ren]
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up shit
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up shit
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up shit
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up
Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up shit
MC Ren, grab the nine and clip to go fuckin' up
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
MC Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
[Round 3: MC Ren]
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
Ren, and I don't give a fuck
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
MC Ren, and I don't, and I don't give a fuck... fuck... fuck
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
Ren, and I don't, and I don't, and I don't give a fuck
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
MC Ren, and I don't, and I don't give a fuck... fuck... fuck
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
Ren, and I don't, and I don't, and I don't give a fuck
Ren, Ruthless gangster definition Villain
MC Ren, and I don't, and I don't give a fuck... fuck... fuck
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
MC Ren, Funky-Ass-Shit, check it out y'all
[Outro: MC Ren Talking]
Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren
Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren, Ren
[Dr. Khalid Muhammad:]
When they took us from Africa they stripped us
Of our diamonds and our gold and our silver
Our material resource, our spiritual resource
And our human resource
And when we came here
Most of the time we didn't have shoes, we went barefoot
They stripped the black woman
Of whatever little tass-brad she had
Nine months pregnant, tied her up
Tie horses to one leg, horses to the other leg
Beat the horses, make them run in oppsite directions
Until they rip and pull the black woman apart
And the unborn black baby hauled off her
And a no good cracker
Would bring another black woman on
Her stomach fuuuull nine months with the fruit of her woooomb
Take a knife and stick it in her full stomach
With the roundness of her stomach and rip it open
And stick in AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea
Hand inside and snatched the unborn black baby from her
Threw it to the ground and crushed the baby's head
With his boot G's
Make other pregnant black women watch
So that the adrenaline of fear
Would cross it's way through her viens
And stain her brains and touch the unborn life in her
Hoping that the babies will be booooorn
[Intro: Bigg Rocc Talking]
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say hell yeah "hell yeah"
Say fuck that shit "fuck that shit"
Say fuck that shit "fuck that shit"
Say fuck that shit "fuck that shit"
Now scream "hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy"
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Who the mothafuckin' boss nigga spill at the villain
We make them feel us, them presidents be beggin' to kill us
Dope dealers and the feds, bitches, fuckin' my head
Niggas dyin' over colors, nigga blue and the red
What 'Ren gotta do to expose your ass
Gays and bitches on the mic homey makin' me mad
Really who fuckin' with Ren
I don't give a fuck, how many crook shooter in, I'm a fuckin' veteran
R-E-N niggaz know what it mean
V-I-L-L homey seldom seen
I'm with that nigga "Bigg Rocc" homey puffin' the green
I'm sick off the bitches always askin' why I love weed?
We got fucked up crews, fucked up clothes
Nobody give a fuck about the niggas no more
Then they got the nerve to ask what this for
This for mothafuckers growin' up in the ghetto...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, it's nothing
[Sound of police Sireens]
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I come through reppin' while niggaz be half steppin'
Choose my weapon, let loose in your section
Fake-Ass, home niggas shot the next man
I'm a buy my own cheese, smokin' in the cali' grease
Why nigga, do or die, my niggas
Full of Alcohol, ready to pull the big triggers
High Powered, street kings, reigned by killers
Gangbangers, horny-Ass-Cop, dope dealers
Prostitutes, horny-Ass-mayers wanna be back players
Spend your paper, beware of the kill
Deal or get dealt with, I'm not the nigga to cross
Sluts do applause
To peel to the mothafucker, kill that mothafucker
Be real to the mothafucker, so chill mothafuckers
But shit gets start you can't heal mothafucker
It's over life like payin' bills mothafucker...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
We the shit nigga don't need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
To make they shit nigga look like nothing, what
We the shit don't nigga need nothing
John Doe comin' through, fool we dumping
Mothafuckers mad cause we always make something
[Hook: MC Ren]
Always carryin' a Mack 10, know what I'm sayin'
Ren is the G that you don't wanna get wit'
Always carryin' a Mack 10 know what I'm sayin'
Ren is the G that you don't wanna get wit'
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
In '94 you know it's on, you can forget what you heard
I'm droppin' funny bombs like as if I was bird
I steal gangster boogie if I gets my boogie on
Put my finger in my chrome, keeps them get into my domes
Tellin' me to shoot, all these fools that I hear
talkin' gossip in my ear, you know I hear it every year
yeah they still talkin' like some tricks
Mad cause another brother tryin' to get rich
I see you tellin' people, yo 'Ren is gonna fall
But I think you and your crew had too much of the 8 ball
it's a trip, cause I think you didn't know who's that
breakin' play more, I ain't got no time for a hoe
Now the kid that you're claimin', yo you're very quick to claim
But to me it's just my kid, and he gotta another name
And people wanna know what's the word?
So peep it out, you can't forget what you heard...
[Chorus: DJ Train]
You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard
You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard
You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard
You can't forget what ya heard, what ya heard
[Hook]
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
people give me looks like they wanna try and thump
Thinkin' Ren is just a chump, in the trunk I got the punk
Shoot them in the crowd, I shoot them fools up in they back
leave my homies in the shack, started dippin' in the lack
Some fools rolled up and said the truce was dead
Train said what's up, tried to bust them in the head
And it's on, everybody get to you close
Train just did some dirt so we gotta do a ghost
get back to the hood, sip the 40 on the way
Cause the homies from the neighborhood I'm from don't play
And you still wanna know what's the word
So peep it out, you can't forget what you heard...
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: MC Ren]
He say, she say, who really give what they say?
Screamin' out that mayday, you know it's goin' my way
fools can't believe that I'm so much of a G
Cause I don't let stanky hoes sit up under me
like your fools out there y'all swear y'all can scrap
Get beat down that you wanna try to rap
Sprung on the hoodrats, smokin' all your weed
messin' with the trick that you really don't need
The click, my homies from the clique pimps hoes
Rich, J-Rocc, my homey Bone and Jubee Lows
Them fools can't even say a word
Cause you know I don't really give the fuck about what you heard...
[Chorus]
[Intro: Mr. Biggs]
well, well, well, well, well
don't go the bed with no strike on your head
no, no, don't do it, don't do it
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
yeah, don't do it
well, well, well, well, well
[Verse 1: Bigg Rocc]
it's bigger picker hopper, Bigg Rocc is bucked you
punk motherfuckers, ain't no others can deal with my brothers
nigga duck for cover
John Doe killers make the whole world suffer
I promised to get them, I snitch at large
nigga is tryin' to get me locked up for a charge
Feds tapped my phone, surrounded the nigga home
follow me every where, I'm never left alone
uhh like the paparazzi, niggaz wanna stop me
I'ma win like rocky, you motherfuckers watch me
only God can stop me
we're deep like notches "killer"
cock my shit cause I'ma Compton nigga "Compton"
Stroll on the streets, fuck gettin' cuffed up
sittin' in a hall, waitin' to die old
fool I'm too bold, holdin' my balls
if I died that's my motherfuckin' final call, nigga..
[Chorus: Mr. Biggs]
well, well, well, well, well
don't go the bed with no strike on your head
no, no, don't do it, don't do it
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
yeah, don't do it
well, well, well, well, well
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
who the nigga sayin' fuck the police
young nigga with the khakis frees
run around Compton with my niggaz like Cold Cheeps
throwin' rocks at them black and whites
fuckin' them chicken heads, house party nights
motherfucker the shit gettin' turned out by search lights
motherfuckers don't think we have blast
better tell these motherfuckers that the streets made us grow fast
the teenage nigga sellin' them rocks
Cluck heads bringin' niggaz new shit in a box (*Door Knocked*)
six in the morning, heard eight knocks
then my black ass ran about eight blocks
lookin' for freedom, but my ass trapped in
nigga fuck the Pen', they're tryin' to hold Ren
nigga look at all bullshit I got my ass in, it's enough
to have my black ass nigga cuss in them handcuffs....
[Chorus: Mr. Biggs]
well, well, well, well, well
don't go the bed with no strike on your head
no, no, don't do it, don't do it
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
yeah, don't do it
well, well, well, well, well
[Outro: Mr. Biggs]
well, well, well, well, well
well, well, well, well, well
don't go the bed with no strike on your head
no, no, don't do it, don't do it
don't do the crime if you can't do the time
yeah, don't do it
[Intro: Bigg Rocc]
for my niggas and my bitches, what's crackin'
It's John Doe in this mothafucker, what's really goin' on
I'm all good, we about to hit you mothafuckers up side the head
with that real gangster, money hungry, street shit
you know what I'm sayin, fuck y'all, what's up Ren
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
we duck and dodge you mothafuckers, attack when we need to
Compton still the shit, still up in your grill
you're gettin' fucked by a legend, tell how do it feel
as I caress the Mic, shoot my sperm and dice
y'all can still kiss my ass, ass black as the night
gay niggas on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite
Black Revolutionary, that's my title
While these stupid niggas wanna be American Idols
I started this gangster shit
and this the mothafuckin' thanks I get
the whole world ain't shit, my whole catalog, is so explicit
niggas never sold a million just waitin' to diss it
John Doe shit, rep it fully
come through, slap you and your bitch like bully
new year coming, we gon to shoot in the air
cause mothafuckin' Compton niggas, we just don't care, nigga...
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel
No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel
Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill
Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some shit that you feel
No time for that bullshit that's why I keep the steel
Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill, nigga
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience niggas
the work I mean, is not behind these niggas
uhh, scary niggas, paranoiad niggas
John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers
take it down, flat right like a tyre
mad at your bosses, we the niggas for hire
hot shit, we make niggas duck quick
ain't nothin' changed, Compton niggas still the bang
bout to take over, cause niggas slippin'
while we hit licks, and niggas straight dippin'
matter of fact we stay ready for combat
Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat
keep you skat, bitches stay yellin'
they're fuckin' with some Com-town felons
News at 11 with no clue, we shoot niggas at their shoes
we beat bikinis mothafuckers like blues...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
they say the money is the root of all evil
I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People
haters, like to see niggas starved
put thier bitch up, when you full they whole card
Corners is gettin' hot in California
niggas return your bitch ass into donor
I hustle on these streets for meals
Bigg Rocc, John Doe shit that you feel...
[Verse 4: T-Bone]
comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow
one neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow
lookin' shady in the date like takin' your shit
spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit
T-Bone in your money and it's funny as fuck
when I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks
Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it
and it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know...
[Intro: MC Ren]
[MC-Ren's footsteps shaking the ground like an Elephant]
[Elephant roars]
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I'm the original, one that niggaz be bitin'
but fools wanna meet it, exactly what they did it
I been wreckin' shit 'fore thousand B.C.
back in the days, nigga on your T.V.
back when my nigga King-T was the coolest
when fifteen eighty still had that mack attack
it was just head fool bustin' on the west
I was just like the pinky, now the shit is stinky
the Great Elephant is what they call me around the way
cause I be stoppin' mothafuckers all day
Uhh, king of the jungle, listen to my roar
I be wreckin' shit, keepin' hoochies on the floor
they be gettin' hot, but I don't give a damn
I be caressin' the Mic when I hit jams
makin' in morning chrome till I'm throu
cause I'm gonna make it real funky for you
uhh, the walking black gaint, with the Desert Eagle
but how many niggaz can I fit in my Regal
niggaz can't get me in my place to live
because of all the funky-Ass-Shit that I give
I got hypocrite-Niggaz-Balls hangin' in the back
no more think I'm hick, go and make it kinda quick
cause I'm on a mission and they know I'm comin'
every time they hear I'm comin' was all fools they start runnin'
fifty thousand troops lookin' like the middle East
the shit I have to do, just to get a little peace
cause busters, they wanna be chillin'
with that nigga that be callin' the villain
can't be hate them, as I direct my boogie ain't water down
my boogie be thumpin' and hittin' fools way across town
Planners ridicuble, niggaz stay cool
comin' up with fat shit sittin' on Fro-stool
as I think into my self by I never talk back
as I walk to the shack "to the shack"
everyday that I'm livin' niggaz be trippin'
cause all the funky shit that I be givin'
it's like yeah I'm still here, still at the game
I'm makin' that funky shit cause ain't nothin' change
niggaz they wanna know what's up, I'm still chillin'
yeah I'm still the Villain, yeah I'm maybe killin'
I carry my big stick, walk down the block
roll through Compton with my nigga Rocc
MC-Ren The Mad Scientist bustin' tight-Ass-Raps "why"
cause the nigga gotta make snaps
there's too many clowns up on the jew paps
too many itty-bitties occupyin' the Rap City
so I'ma call Don Corleone with bad news
and make nigga enough of that they can't refuse
so hold your breath whenever I'll bust a verse
and hold on tight cause it get much worse
I set boogie traps where ever that I kick it
but you can't come and kick it cause niggaz might stick it
ain't no warning down niggaz on these streets
and ain't no warning down rhymes with these beats
a Mad Scientist straight outta C.P.T
that don't give a fuck if he can't M.C...
[Outro: MC-Ren Talking]
Yeah, yeah
Always carryin' a Mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a Mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
In '93 I'm wreckin' shit so you can fuck what ya heard
I'm droppin' plenty shit like a motherfuckin' bird
I steal gangsta boogie if I get my boogie on
Put my finger in my chrome keeps 'em fuckin' wit' my dome
Tellin' me to shoot all these niggaz that I hear
Bitchin' gossip in my ear, I hear this shit every year
Nigga still talkin' like a bitch
Mad 'cause another nigga tryin' ta get rich
I see ya tellin' niggaz, yo Ren is gonna fall
But I think ya dumb ass had too much of the eight ball
Your own motherfucker don't know
That Ren can play ya low, ya didn't know I'd fuck your ho
Now the kid that you're claimin', yo you're very quick to claim
But to me it's just my gear with another fuckin' name
And niggaz wanna know what's the word
So peep it out, you can fuck what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Niggaz gimme looks like they wanna try and thump
Thinkin' Ren is just a chump in the trunk I got the punk
Shoot it in the crowd, I shoot niggaz in the back
All my niggaz in the shack started fuckin' in the 'lac
Some niggaz rolled up and said the truce was dead
Train said, ?Fuck it, shot the nigga in the head?
And it's on, all y'all niggaz get to your post
Train just killed a nigga so we gotta do a ghost
Dip back to the hood, sip the forty on the way
'Cause the niggaz from my motherfuckin' hood don't play
And ya still wanna know what's the word
Nigga fuck you and fuck what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
He say, she say, who gives a fuck what they say?
Screamin' off at mayday the shit is goin' my way
Niggaz can't believe that I'm so much of a G
'Cause I don't let swanky bitches sit up under me
Now y'all niggaz out there y'all swear y'all can scrap
Get your ass kicked, makes ya wanna try to rap
Sprung on a ho yo smokin' all your weed
Fuckin' with a bitch that ya really don't need
The click, my niggaz from the click pimps hoes
Rich, Train block my nigga, Bone and Jubee Lows
Them fools can't even say a word
'Cause a nigga don't give a fuck about what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Yeah, fuck what ya heard, fuck what ya heard, what ya heard
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
Always carryin' a mack 10, know what I'm sayin'?
Ren is a nigga that you don't wanna fuck wit'
[Intro: Dr. Khalid Muhammad talking]
"Welcome to America"
Good evening, this is the truth hour
And don't you touch that dial
You stay tuned in, to the truth hour
I didn't come to lighten up, I came to tighten up [Crowd goin' nuts]
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Niggaz, here I come, black nigga, the gorilla
Bustin' shit, who is it, it's the bitch made nigga killa
I control the streets, shit is all underground
Niggaz gotta step the fuck back when I come around
Nigga, fuck the police, the white one, the black one
The Mexican, the Japanese can all suck deez
Cause how in the fuck can you serve this government
That be plottin' to kill niggaz, they want to steel niggaz
Here we are today, 30, 40 million strong
Handkerchief-headed niggaz sayin' ain't shit wrong
Niggaz don't give a fuck about your three strikes
That's why I give you hell when I'm bustin' on the mic
I got niggaz in the cut of the ninety-one
Niggaz in the streets sellin' heaters, I'm a find me one
And off them devils off from the shack, Ugh "yeah, ugh, yeah"
Fools goin' crazy cause that nigga 'Ren is back...
[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
What's up, dog, it's on once again, let them fools know
When we comin' through we straight givin' you the voo doo
Keep it real if you like it or you don't
Workin' hard like bugs, straight have know what the fuck we want
I bought a house in the suburbs
Next to the homie Wade, I made a killin' off them birds
White folks straight mad as fuck
Because I'm rollin' in a Benz and a 30, 000 Dollar truck
Yo, I takes mine, yo, when I shakes mine
On the real, the government labels me a flatline
And Uncle Sam gives a fuck about me
That's why I'm sittin' in this phase on a ratin' LP
Yo, he more wicked then a horror flick
Think you won't, high powered mandate to 5 Dollar bitch
Yo, they say America the land of the free
But the first thing I've seen was slavery, fool...
[Chorus: Cold 187um]
So is you scared of me
439 years of slavery (Slavery)
And we still ain't free
But we s'posed to act like we livin' in harmony "Bring it on"
(Bring it on, you've got to bring it on)
[Verse 3: Triggerman]
I pledge allegi' to the flag when I'm rollin' down the block
In my ride, but it's... it's your rag "never"
Yeah, I stick hand tight
I drop a kite to my nigga in the pen doin' ten
I put a nigga in a cage, but I'm never on his back
While Uncle Sam straight stack
I wish they let them die like a pigeon in the wind
But every nigga in the pen' alive
With one point to get every three sixty five
Say you gotta keep up, if you on the main line
You gotta hurt some. while you in the chow-line "yeah"
So if you wanna survive don't let them eyes sleep
Even when you hustle on the streets...
[Bell rang]
[Verse 4: Km.G]
Yeah, break myself never
However, I'm in this so scrilla
The Clinic gang runnin' thangs up, so I smell trouble
Gatherin' up at the shack, cause Ren's got my back
187's got a sack and I got a sack
So bring it on, we get the whole country high
Above The Law the crooked letter, a year supply
Then they get upset, cause we set up shop, in they hoods
And start slangin' them no goods
We should go uptown, and poison the suburbs
Have all them white fellas straight going to the curb
Instead they slide down to our block
(Just to get a bit of that Peruvian rock)
Ain't no gun factories in Gardena
Ain't no poppy fields poppin' out in Pomona "yeah, ugh"
I bought my steel from a white man, my works from a SA
And my interiors be lookin' hittin' corners, Huh...
[Chorus: Cold 187um w\variations]
So is you scared of me
439 years of slavery (Slavery)
And we still ain't free
But we s'posed to act like we livin' in harmony "Bring it on"
(Bring it on, you've got to bring it on)
[Outro: Dr. Khalid Muhammad talking]
You with me? (Yeah)
Cause I gotta drop this stuff tonight
Because I'm a truth terrorist [whistle]
I'm a knowledge gangster
I'm a black history hitman
I'm a lie killer, urban guerilla
I gotta be a roughneck [a great big round of applause]
Gotta be a roughneck
It's the only way I know to go [a great big round of applause]
[mc ren]
In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'
Weak shit you talkin and I'm surprised it's sellin
Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's who the fuck you tellin
Braggin bout money where that shit be at
After videos all that shit we never see that
Bitches with big asses blunts and big cars
Shot callin niggaz pissy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinatin, all of these
Wack ass rappin niggaz that say they sellin keys
And fuckin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day
Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch
Some rambo shit side a head
Livin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the fuck you think you talkin to
Real niggaz comin after you, we after you
[chorus 2x]
You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(we comin) lyin on records bout what you do
(we comin) the shit y'all doin is played out and through
(we comin) you come with that shit we come after you
[ice cube]
It's the don daddy with the villain, who you killin
Oh we hate em, come verbatim with this cap peelin
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the maserati
Now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite n.w.a.
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders
Shit can just turn into the service
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the niggaz, with the attitudes
Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggaz that started this shit
Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
Don mega.. mc ren.. ren, ren!
[chorus]
[mc ren]
I make the planet groove nigga mo' than bet
Yo' bitch tied up phoning home like e.t.
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in japan
A motherfuckin lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo bitch ass talkin bout
That same old shoot em out I'm smokin fifty blunts
That's why yo' shit ain't comin out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear
Buy some shit to resurrect my dick the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
How much garbage these mothefuckers go and make
You better shake, fuck that here I come strong
Best believe ren will rock the shit all night long
(best believe) we out
[Verse 1: Bigg Rocc]
Point blank range in your face
You're curvin' slow, that's the pose you wanna pass
Nigga that's your ass, in this fast life to live
Shit happens quick
Plus, a nigga like you, was on the John Doe list
Of niggaz to get hit, never liked you anyway
So I chose to do the shit, and make my get away
The job is done, I hit my nigga Ren phone up like "Come on my Nigga"
That's the word nigga's called
Fuck him, make his burial plans
Let us get back on track and stick to our plans
(Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start
Go for that nigga heart, that's the weakest of the sparts
Niggaz don't recognize and show respect
Like N.W.A, you niggaz get chin checked
Ugh, lived your life of the lose script
Wanna be Korny Soprano with no fuckin' ammo
[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
Niggaz bang with me, nigga throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm in the ghetto, makin' a livin'
Mamma never said you'll get rich off chickens
But the game is fucked, there's no more riches
So I shook into the Chronic, smoke by the bitches
Some, nigga serves nothin' but ounces
Keep me tight, and my 64 bouncin'
Keep me high like white boys climbin' mountains
But stay on alert, and watch my surroundings
Cause nigga is, all about that greed
It's like a disease in every family tree
Fuckin' with mine, you bitch niggaz gon' bleed
I'm like the stop sign [tyre Screeching] niggaz better learn to read
I only spit, that gangbang shit
That ghetto shit, so handcuff your bitch
I don't want that trick, keep her choose her shoes
Dirty ends, scuffed up on pussy on news
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
Niggaz bang with me, nigga throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
We keep it bangin' like crawls and start dodgin' you, faggots
Niggaz sleep with the maggots when I attacked them "yeah"
Then jack it with a full medal, latch it like stiletto
Time is fertile, but the mothafuckers won't let me go
Never, ever, I'm a smooth criminal, ride with two criminals
Guns with two serials, numbers erased
Face off like Nate paid
Put them barnacles to play, put them little things away
Fool stay off the big toys, fuckin' with big boys
Bringin' that big noise, bangin' that shit, boy
Cause this is the shit that'll scatter your shit
Or spatter your shit, a faith won't matter and shit
You matter this shit, ain't no way John Doe spit
When crime done lit, mothafuckers repent
Kingpin, ass dragons, sparkin' the street
Chip Dirty in this mothafucker spittin' this heat...
[Chorus x4: Bigg Rocc]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
Niggaz bang with me, nigga throw your hood up
Bitch bang with me, cause she don't give a fuck
Gettin' money til our mothafuckin' time is up
[Outro: Sample of Notorious B.I.G's GETTIN' MONEY REMIX]
Get money, get money, get money
"is america like ancient rome? "
"is america like ancient babylon? "
"come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
I wanna hear from you"
I told ya ren'll be back with the niggaz in the dodge and the camoflauge
But it after tahj, a million niggaz no mirage
Creepin' and we're creepin' in your little white hutz
20 million niggaz chantin' I don't give a fuck
It's on, the switch got flicked but who did it?
When that shit was committed, fuck that was my mack
Niggaz gettin' crazy 'cause ren is in the front
With supreme wisdom, puffin' on a blunt
Train by my side tearin' up shit
With his bulletproof vest, still yellin' double s
The whole community is up in a rage
'cause niggaz be movin' closer to white motherfuckers'll make 'em as slaves
And then they put these sell out niggaz on the tv
To try to calm down niggaz like you and me
But fuck that shit, 'cause my eyes are closed
'cause ren ain't got time to be fuckin' 'round with them hoes
So I see ya at the grave where we bury 'em
Even motherfuckers that went out and even married 'em
Now it's time to attack take this motherfucker back
Bring it on, and it's on
(chorus)(8x)
Attack, attack, attack on babylon
Here comes the doom, so listen to the tick of the tock
Can't keep niggaz off your block, don't forget we got the glock
And the sawed-off, and the trey 8's
And the duce duce, and the niggaz in the pen breakin' loose
So ren will conduct this, but I pull my dick and say suck this
For the niggaz that say fuck this
That ain't down, and step foot into the car
To commit the 187 with the nigga they call outlaw
But who gives a fuck who pulled the trigger
'cause I know some bitches that shot up a gang a niggaz
Gettin' off the reservations, breakin' up the docks
Doin' this with 15 shots
Babylon, a great look at the bitch while she fall
Dyin' like a motherfucker with no one to call
Now it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back
You bring it on, and it be on
(chorus)
Where the fuck ya gonna run, when the fuckin' ground starts shakin'
Niggaz don't be waitin', niggaz be constantly makin'
Niggaz with no hesitation, a fuck up in this nation
To murder the caucasian, the asian invasion
So here we come, come, come
My nigga rhythm d is on the drum, drum, drum
The mayday, oh it's a dreadful day
When no motherfucker can come out to play
It goes (5 gunshots)
Niggaz lettin' off and the shit is all that
So stay inside the house if you ain't down
'cause you might get caught up you sad faced clown
Then I'll bring ya to ya knees, fuckin' with these
Fuckin' with niggaz that's a hive a bees
We go stingin', but dumbass niggaz keep singin'
No time for singin', too busy swingin'
So it's time to attack, take this motherfucker back
Y'all brought it on, so now it's on
[Intro: Bigg Rocc]
[Samle of Police Sireens]
Attention all Units, be on a look out
John Doe, black male, 16 and certified
Been on last seein' dippin' through Compton
Then he was seein' dippin' through Watts
We sent this mothafucker match head to L.A.
Don't shoot at this mothafucker, he'll shoot back
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I'm that nigga that you've been warned about
When Villain talkin' nigga shut your mouth
I spit it with the best of them
Mothafucker and then shit it on the rest of them
Villain the great, I'm a throw a fuckin' twist nigga up in the game
John Doe that's my mothafuckin' name
I'm still that nigga for life, I still got wise
Poor black in America crappin' the dice
Lookin' for a better way homey fiendin' to make it
[Bigg Rocc:] The pen' s look good, nigga day to take it
They say generation X
But these little white horney-Ass-Bitches is fiendin' for sex
All my homies nigga smokin' the bud
If we ain't asleep, we're smokin' the bud
Feds is tryin' to catch a nigga say somethin' on the phone
So my black ass won't never come home...
[Chorus:]
[MC Ren:] mothafuckers livin' good in America
[Chip Dirty:] nigga mothafuckers poor in America
[MC Ren:] They say you can't smoke bud in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] we puff a big bud in the America
[MC Ren:] They say everybody is free in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] fool niggaz still slaves in the America
[MC Ren:] Is it that fucked up in America
[Bigg Rocc:] Ain't no love for the niggaz in America
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
We hittin' corners in the U.S.
Smokin' bud, drive-bys with Gorilla thugs
Layin' niggaz like wads, wicked slubs
Spot you like light bob, infront of you niggaz at the club
Show you how bitch they was
I'll pull my shit they scatter like bugs
Forgot who done fuck you up, John Doe nigga bout to bubble a tub
Niggaz better squash that grudge
Before you be layin' on the side of your dubs
Have your homies cryin' sayin' damn nigga what
Gotta them thinkin' they the next nigga outta lock
Better keep your ass in the cut
When you beef with John Doe your ass just stuck
Keep peace with John Doe and I won't bury you
In this mothafuckin' harder side of America...
[Chorus: with variations]
[MC Ren:] mothafuckers livin' good in America
[Chip Dirty:] nigga mothafuckers poor in America
[MC Ren:] they say you can't smoke bud in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] we puff a big bud in the America
[MC Ren:] They say everybody is free in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] fool niggaz still slaves in the America
[MC Ren:] Is it that fucked up in America
[Bigg Rocc:] Ain't no love for the niggaz in America
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
I gives the fuck, I get done my business
Get in this, leave no witness
Convected, when I spit this before I committed the crime
But spit it or I'm a, spit it or not
They be tryin' to give a nigga some time, not 211
Can't you picture Chip Dirty straight droppin' the dime
While they fuckin' with mines
Tryin' to cut the nigga a deal
Bitch I won't snitch, so feel, that you can keep your bill
Just where my cell at
Homey I locked down and blocked down from the homies
When I touched down, get a creep down with the top down with the homies
Almost with the rag top 10, paint and switches
Oh yeah some Gold D's
Go sounds for the bitches, so I can floss on
Three wheel motion, and hit switches
Get up all way thang to bang and hit snitches
Nigga virgin American dream is what I'm sellin' you
Shit, we duz what want in America...
[Chorus:]
[MC Ren:] mothafuckers livin' good in America
[Chip Dirty:] nigga mothafuckers poor in America
[MC Ren:] they say you can't smoke bud in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] we puff a big bud in the America
[MC Ren:] they say everybody is free in the America
[Bigg Rocc:] fool niggaz still slaves in the America
[MC Ren:] Is it that fucked up in America
"hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there"
"aight"
"what up niggaz? y'all seen that punk ass nigga ren? "
"yeah that nigga came through yesterday"
"y'all seen that nigga video? "
"na, I ain't seen that nigga's shit yet man"
"man, that nigga's shit whack any way, aight dawg"
"aight nigga"
"hey nigga put this in"
"though you didn't like that nigga, man why you always listenin' to his shit"
"'cause nigga, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that shit up"
"man pass me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'? "
"yeah, so, we be there in a minute"
"hey man, turn on the tv"
"yeah nigga roll up that weed"
"fool, you got some papers? "
"yeah it's in the room on the dresser"
"hey man I don't see 'em"
"hey man look in the closet"
"oh!! damn nigga, what the fuck you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the fuck outta me, whassup? "
[bang!!!]
(chorus)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (yo, I'm still the same nigga)
This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
'cause niggaz don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
'cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like that nigga arsenio
'cause niggaz be talkin' shit behind my back
Wishin' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack
I ain't from ohio, but I'm a player
So pussy ass niggaz what the fuck ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
'cause niggaz on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax
While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in compton with my niggaz behind me
Still the same nigga
(chorus)
I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
'cause my assistance was fuckin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Fuck it, nigga makin' dead presidents
But niggaz be wantin' they hands in my pocket say gimme
For a penny, all they feelin' is the jimmy
Like rick james I'm bustin' out on the funk
Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that shit, and it's on
'cause I can get rocky like sylvester stallone
Niggaz shootin' stones, motherfuck a sly
If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye
Then you'll be in a deep sleep
So bring the band by, 'cause nigga chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' niggaz out
With the shit that's droppin' out my mouth
'cause, I'm still the same nigga
(chorus)
Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain't a loser
It's a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a nigga in a chevy
'cause my motherfuckin' shit is so heavy
Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
When I'm rollin' in the 4-54 in l.a.
Fuck the radio and they format
I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat
So niggaz don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
'cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
Niggaz in the street don't wanna fuck with mine
Devil's be askin' what I did
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
But niggaz in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same nigga
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto
Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto
Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"
It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Y'all know niggaz got it bad
That's why the fuck we wake up mad, I'd swear we're sad
Bills pilin' up, I got laid off
But I gotta let these knuckle-heads know I ain't soft
So get rid outta the smiles, learnt to strike
Never will and I try to swing in a fuckin' gun fight
Police know the homies on the first name bases
So when somethin' happened, they the first ones to chase us...
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I know nothing but the ghetto, born and raised
In the streets of the Hub city, blunts we blased
To ease the kill of mentality
When another motherfuckers tryin' to test me
I can't turn my back, I'm too down for that
At the young days learnt to work with the strap
To all my niggaz locked up
It's simple, the ghetto's hustlin, bust nuts...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto
Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto
Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"
It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
In our town full as none but Compton
With niggaz are pop one
Nigga you got one to spark one, time is creepin'
I'm keepin' a fat stack with crack for the fiends
Sixteen which free dreams, low riders and big creams
Big booties with tag team
John Doe with somethin, in the fo'
I'm thinkin' I'm never lastin' but cops are blastin' us
And knockin' us up, now shit is gettin' fucked up...
[Verse 4: MC Ren]
They say they still got beef I'm fucked the police
While I'm tryin' to puff a blunt in front seat, in peace
Please, save me from the beasts
My nerve is drained
Villain sick and tired, nigga stayed in pain
Should the real nigga complain
Thinkin' of the past
I'll speak for dead slaves they can kiss my ass
And tell Bush he can't have my vote
I'm on my third house now, nigga this is cutthroat...
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto
Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto
Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"
It gotta be somethin' much better then the ghetto
[Verse 5: Bigg Rocc]
But in the ghetto some niggaz stick together
To get through the bad weather, still chasin' cheddar
But haters, who appearin' niggaz out sight
I got to act right, to fuck up the nigga's night
We'll bring back, that Compton westcoast, across the world
Tossin' down these little girls
I'm ghetto fine, in the ghetto
I'm a keep it on point nigga like the elbow...
[Verse 6: John Doe]
I'm almost give up, I can't do that many years homey
Shit, I can't cry that many tears homey, you're phoney
I wouldn't thought, maybe I wouldn't talk to fans
You should've held this
I'm on work in a first place
But I won't snitch, I hate the bitch
Or maybe I'll hit the bricks in two thousand and six
Aiy lova bitch, either locked up or glock down for sure
Nobody gives the fuck about the ghetto...
[Chorus x3: MC Ren]
Ain't no love for the niggaz in the ghetto
Shit be fucked up when you live in the ghetto
Come with me hit some corners in the ghetto "Come on"
Because we got the streets suckas
Can you dig it???
I wanna get right to the point
He's here
";He's unique, he's unconquerable.";
(Repeated)
MC Ren, MC Ren is a killa of the crafted men
Twas the night before the ball struck
And all the snakes was outta sight
And of all those cat hangs
And all the solutions
Now it's like do or die
So salute to the battle cry
And all the real niggaz
Step up to the frontline
You don't want two scoops of fruit loops
For the real troops
'Cause it's about a quarter to midnight
15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot
Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop
For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue
Because all those who can't hang get hung
And those who can't take charge get dault
So come and walk, coming strong
Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long
And not a soldier, a soldier
Nigga I thought somebody was older
'Cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over
Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame
So I'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you G's trapped in shame
Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain
Livin' in an underground railroad
Takin' aim and set to cause much pain
So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain
One million ways to die
So devil don't even try
I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa
So welcome to the land of the drive by
Intro: (*Dialogue in the street*)
look at all these tripe 'n ass motherfuckers
This niggaz don't even seen him, it's a goddamn shame
niggaz bittin my motherfuckin shit
what time you'll turn this motherfuckin shit up
ain't none of them motherfuckers the Villain, check this shit
Who the motherfuckin villain "who're you"
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Motherfuckers be local and Ren'll be above it
same nigga, nigga grap my nuts and motherfuckers love it
there's a middle finger for you bitches
That be residin this shallow ditches
That I be givin shitty britches
I'll slap you motherfuckers like tricks
and make you be my hooker for the whole year of ninety six
Nigga I'ma food fellow with a crew
You wack niggaz in L.A. is who the fuck we comin to
This motherfuckin rap shit I got it locked
for Cali to Pakistan I own the whole fuckin block
cause I got some niggaz shit for ninety six
This motherfucker Ren is in the motherfuckin mix
So nigga get your sticks and stones and shit
as I hit your ass with another hit
Come listen to my shit, I'm motherfuckin shack type
In a minute you'll be beepin I ain't Rap tight
Nigga fuck these niggaz, it's me and nigga Rocc
All these rats wanna give up the cock
When they be seein Ren and Rocc on the block
You better step aside when you see us
You might catch a bullet from Pussy-Ass-Niggaz tryin be us
Who wanna be the Villain...
[Chorus]
Who wanna be the fuckin Villain
Niggaz be talkin but ain't never did a killin
Cause niggaz be shady as the motherfuckin tree
"Cause motherfuckers if it ain't rough, it ain't me, yeah"
Now who wanna be the fuckin Villain
Niggaz be talkin but ain't never did a killin
Cause niggaz be shady as the motherfuckin tree
"Cause motherfuckers if it ain't rough, it ain't me"
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
I heard your bitch ass have me in your conversation
a pussy-Ass-Nigga, it's your occupation
to relation to this size Ten motherfucker
So eat the dick up, you motherfuckin dick sucker
keep pretendin you the Villain in your morning mirror
and when you want the streets better keep you Gun nearer
to your dick cause the motherfucker's so little
You was a nigga or a bitch is a fuckin riddle
here is the middle finger that you get, you can't exchange it
your motherfuckin grill, I'ma rearrange it
see my niggaz in the Regal about to be illegal
send them to your crib like you Bennie Sigel
fucker, you wanna be my hoe, here's a black skirt
now shove this dick off your ass cream
if it's hurt I'll rush it to the dirt
with the motherfuckin pimip clinic
your ass switchin like a bitch so my niggaz had to go up in it
until your butt checks start to bleed
cause these fly playin that I be droppin niggaz wanna feed
what you need is that Compton shit
That make you wanna stomp some shit
Who wanna be the Villain...
[Chorus: repeat 5X]
Who wanna be the fuckin Villain
Niggaz be talkin but ain't never did a killin
Cause niggaz be shady as the motherfuckin tree
[Intro]
Mhhmmm
That's right
Take a voyage
Where?
All the way down
Down where?
Down where?
Down where?
[Verse 1]
Niggas be thinkin the Villain has stopped givin Compton props
Nigga you smokin off that muthafuckin stress
That your ass was chokin
CPT, I'm straight out, that's my muthafuckin heart
You can't tear me apart, they gave a nigga a start
It's crazy niggas in that bitch, plenty hoes to match
Plenty pussies to fuck, and plenty bitches to catch
Niggas be doin what they got to do, family's a need
Compton niggas hit that pussy so hard, make it bleed
Niggas hittin switches, and movin pounds of dope
So cluck-head muthafuckas got they rocks to smoke
Niggas be killin other niggas when they get in they path
White muthafuckas gives a fuck, they sit back and laugh
These undercover tight bitches be playin the tease
Got my dick hard as fuck but she want the pennies
Niggas be hatin 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (be havin love)
Uhh!
[Chorus]
Compton (he's back to you)
Compton come back to me (he's back to you)
I know, I know baby
[Verse 2]
Niggas be at the park, tryin to set the pussy up for the night
Baby you can suck this dick just as long as you don't bite
Go back to the crib, we do that soopafly scene
Fuck your ass in the tub, rub my dick with vaseline
Make my shit stretch all down your throat
Quit tryna talk with that shit in your mouth just write a note
Or use sign language if you need some air
I'll chase your ass around the room, fuck that pussy anywhere
I'm just a Compton nigga, no matter where the fuck I be
Niggas don't get high, with me, I'm just writin what I see
It's reality that's all a real nigga know
All that "Slob/Cuzzin" and bullshit - it gots to go
All these niggas know, Villain kickin the real
I gives a fuck how these muthafuckas feel
Niggas hate me 'cause I'm doin what the fuck they wanna do
Niggas still be havin love for you (and I know)
Check it!
[Chorus]
Compton (he's back to you)
Come back, come back to me, yeah
Ohhhhh...(he's back to you)
Ohhhhh...I know, I know
(he's back to you)
Lalalalala...lalalalala
Compton, Compton (he's back to you)
Come back to me
Ohhh...no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhhh...Compton...Ohhhh...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...no no no no no...
(he's back to you)
Ohhh...Compton come back, come back to me baby
I...I wanna tell you baby ohhh...no no no no...lalala...Ohhh...I...
Ohhh...Compton...come back to me
