[Intro: MC Ren]
Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds
Of MC motherf*ckin' Ren and motherf*ckin' Bigg Rocc
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I be peepin' you n*ggas tellin' your b*tch not to smile at the villain
She wants this di*k, I must to quit
Tell you motherf*ckers like Johnny Cochran you ain't sh*t
You'se a studio and still don't fit
I been lookin' at n*ggas cheesin' and grinnin'
On MTV, BET, no more cheese
So I call my n*gga Rocc and get the sh*t done
f*ck the police, we blase in the sun
Make your b*tch come, these hoes they all dumb
Wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run
But Villain gone bring
Some ghetto ass sh*t, don't need the n*gga 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 motherf*ckin' di*k sway the f*ck out
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)
I hear n*ggas talkin' sh*t like bringin'
Well I'mma bring it, if you n*ggas gon' sing it tonight
We gon' party, get high all night
Get drunk, f*ck hoes all through the night, ha
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear n*ggas talkin' sh*t like bringin'
Well I'mma bring it if you n*ggas gon' sing it
Then I'mma close your curtains, this is my show
Up rises the .44, blast at your door
Criminal minded, you have been blinded
West Coast, Compton, n*ggas we stay grinded
We hardheads, feds, most wanted killers
They came with a bare, tryin' to figure out n*ggas
The blocks with guns, the guns with tote
The bomb ass b*tches, the chronic and coke
It's a bunch of rich ghetto negros
Check out the gators on my motherf*ckin' toes
Keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
Don't invite the n*ggas you hated, they'll overrated
Ugh, I'mma keep a f*ckin' bullet for the wasters
Now we keep it cheap for my motherf*ckin' gangsters
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)
[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
It's a chosen world n*gga don't get mad
Cause your b*tch 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 pus*y, puttin' on the show like a classic ho
On the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse
So I can beat that fat pus*y down
[Verse 4: MC Ren]
Yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this sh*t
Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins
Would you think about that, you b*tch
When your baby mamma suckin' my di*k
I'm too sick with it
Compton finest, b*tches behind us, what the f*ck you're sayin'
We have your mamma frayin'
So bring it on, f*ck the microphone
Just give me like two zones
My black ass is gone, n*gga
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)