[Intro]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeaaaah
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Uhh, from the days of wayback, before Demo' street-Ass-n*ggas
Where you hoes, I have to think of a way
To gain with mentality, plus make money
Even Fred got all the honey
Bullsh*t talant shows got me ready
While my life start to review like Rock Steady
I'm the truth, n*gga f*ck that b*tch
I don't scratch, where I don't hitch "hell no"
f*ck the clubs, same hoes there from '91
I gotta bad b*tch don't gotta beg for one
Erase your vocals, find some new sh*t
Cause ain't nothin' new what your ass gonna spit
You're the hardest motherf*ckin' crypt, n*gga you're lyin' and sh*t
Take this di*k 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, b*tch come and flockin'
On my motherf*ckin' hotel, door they knockin'
They want some di*k, these b*tches don't quit
John Doe is the sh*t, n*gga...............
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
We reperesent that real sh*t, thug sh*t
Drag you in that mud sh*t, hard times for my n*ggas so be cold with
Got aim and we so thick
Givin' motherf*ckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
n*ggas know that they really can't f*ck with this
We the n*ggas that your b*tch wanna roll with
And we the pimp n*ggas that she wanna stroll with, she's on my di*k
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I don't give the f*ck like Mike Tyson
Gangster sh*t I'm writtin, 12 rounds like n*ggas 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 f*ckin' maggot
You're the one to be, hum with the scary n*ggas
It was funny to me, when you squeezed that trigga at me
Tryin' to earn stripes off a fool like me
I walk upon n*ggas, you ain't like me
Uhh, and make sure that you dead as the door knob
Yo, b*tch n*ggas John Doe want my job
Tryin' to fill my shoes, I'ma may killer
Never gave a f*ck about the snitch-Ass-n*gga.........
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
We reperesent that real sh*t, thug sh*t
Drag you in that mud sh*t, hard times for my n*ggas so be cold with
Got aim and we so thick
Givin' motherf*ckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
n*ggas know that they really can't f*ck with this
We them n*ggas that your b*tch wanna roll with
And we the pimp n*ggas that she wanna stroll with, she's on my di*k
[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 f*ckin' then you can shake the spizzot
Kick rocks, the rest hated by hoes man
I ain't no motherf*ckin' 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 "n*gga"
If we was in the East I would speak on some mad heats
But n*gga we in the West, Lo-Lo's with mad beat
And switches, which is will make the rider complete "n*gga"
Candy blue paint and them tropical feet
n*ggas know me, it's your n*gga Dirty
Speak that Compton sh*t from my n*gga you heard me.....
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc X2]
We reperesent that real sh*t, thug sh*t
Drag you in that mud sh*t, hard times for my n*ggas so be cold with
Got aim and we so thick
Givin' motherf*ckin' beats across the world as we drop hits
n*ggas know that they really can't f*ck with this
We the n*ggas that your b*tch wanna roll with
And we the pimp n*ggas that she wanna stroll with, she's on my di*k
[Outro: Bigg Rocc]
di*k, di*k, di*k
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeaaaah