| MC Ren lyrics
Who Got That Street Shit lyrics
(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!
(Chorus) 2X
Other MC Ren lyrics:
Intro: Check It Out Y'all lyrics
In the Alley lyrics
Behind the Scenes lyrics
Final Frontier lyrics
Hounddogz lyrics
Kizz My Black Azz lyrics
Fuck What Ya Heard lyrics
You Wanna Fuck Her lyrics
Mayday on the Frontline lyrics
Mr. Fuck Up lyrics
Shock of the Hour lyrics
11:55 lyrics
Same Ol' Shit lyrics
All Bullshit Aside lyrics
One False Move lyrics
Attack on Babylon lyrics
Do You Believe lyrics
Keep it Real lyrics
It's Like That lyrics
Mad Scientist lyrics
Live From Compton 'Saturday Night' lyrics
I Don't Give a Damn lyrics
Mind Blown lyrics
Great Elephant lyrics
Muhummad Speaks lyrics
Bring It On lyrics
Bitch Made Nigga Killa lyrics
Still the Same Nigga lyrics
Ruthless For Life lyrics
Who In The Fuck lyrics
Nigga Called Ren lyrics
Comin' After You lyrics
So Whatcha Want lyrics
All the Same lyrics
Pimpin' Is Free lyrics
CPT All Day lyrics
Voyage to Compton lyrics
Must Be High lyrics
Shot Caller lyrics
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