Mc Ren

* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Rens brother)
My niggaz call me Grinch and yes Im 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 wont stop
And plus Im 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 thats where we all from
The jackin goin on in the hood and in the slum
And dont be caught slippin while we dippin the 4
Cause Renll 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
Im headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin make em kill em cause Im servin em spot
And thats how its 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
Dont worry bout a damn we got the end, we gettin loot
Then call me Mr. Dopeman when Im chillin in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop when Im rollin with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when Im runnin from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when Im tearin up the cock
Yo the titles Mr. Fuck up so I figure that Im fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
Cause Im a nigga with a motherfuckin gun master plannin
Im 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
Im through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy
Headin downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O
Smokin the extension you know its the indo
Now Im feelin high like Im 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 partys goin through but I still got my glock
Im watchin for the bad apples in every bunch
And if its 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
And let these motherfuckers know whats up on the Whole Click
[ Mr. Fuck Up Lyrics ]