Mc Ren - Who In The ***** Lyrics
[mjg]A natural fact:That I pimp tracks and freak aroundThe game got cracks in them pipes,Its leakin townMy lines blow yo mind,Yo senses remain puzzledAttacked by the weight of the bassIn yo chest,Eightball, mjg, mc ren,Neverthelesscause wes the mostMy real-ass lizards,Lets make a toast,And sing aloud to bustas,And force em to get ghostAnd coast to coastWe shows loves in network,While some try to impress peopleAnd get hurt.Deep thoughts cloud my conscienceAs I curl,Up in the corner on hand,And then I hurlCall my girlTell her Im drunkAnd cant make itI tried to drink the whole damn barAnd couldnt take itThats aiight!cause come sunrise,Im still rollinMy nuts the only title Im claiminAnd still holdin[chorus- mc ren]Now who in the *****Wanna come and represent?You ***** ass niggaz,Yall be too hesitantI, take my black assDown to the south*****es wanna ***** meWhile Im in the suave houseNigga, who in the *****Wanna come and represent?Oh, I know you suck that dick,Acting too hesitantWe, mjg, eightball, villain,Make that straight nigga shit,Thats how these niggaz feelin, uh.[eightball]Guess wo popped up,Straight up out the cutsWith lyrical buckshotsSpillin all a nigga gutsTouch whoever witness,Strays when I displays,A thousand different ways to get paidWith a phraseDays go by,I be hibernatin gettin highDreamin bout l.a.Penetratin somethin flyDown in h-town,Or somewhere in the mound,All eyes on me, baby,cause I get aroundWe be like, connectedWeak-ass niggaz get ejectedOoze like slime,Dig this hines when we wreck shitUncut, coast to coast,Slangin audio dopeManglin mcs, leavin em,Danglin from ropesBoast, tryin to be doper than most,In my professionMe and the villain, microphone killinNo blood spillinPhat raps with much cheddarIn the tellers,Eightball and mjg and mc ren,Foreva!*chorus*[mc ren]***** that, *****es, the villain beOut in houston, tex.,To ***** with them niggaz from suaveWho wanna flex.***** niggaz got kidnapped,With dicks in they mouth,Fo *****in compton niggaz, andNiggaz from down south,Eightball, mjg, where you at,Space agent?Yall probly got all the *****es paginSuckin casian.Writin left nuts,Chapstick and lips,While *****-ass niggaz spendin chips,Just to see the hipsSouth-west connection,*****es bow tha ***** down***** how them other niggaz soundVillain be hated by niggaz becauseThey *****es pussies throbReady to slap that ho,Every time a head bob, niggaz be killin me,Got that nigga t-mixx,Pull the *****in remixIf these words dont hurt you,Nigga, got them stones and sticks,And some compton-ass niggazTo make you fade to blackWith some crazy houston niggazIn the cut in the back*chorus*Fade to end
