Mc Ren

Verse 1:
These niggas be actin like I fucked
and didnt call em for weeks
Like they wantin a nigga dick
in between they butt cheeks
they staight bitchy
Without their bleedin and Kotexes
The villain that go to Texas
nigga got a plan full of Os and Xs
Whats yo game plan?
niggas be sayin you sabotagin me
but yo bitch be suckin my dick,
she be tellin me that you dodgin me
Like Piazza, a nigga gots ta,
keep my roster, with bitches slidin home,
no lickin yo shit, yo bitch is gone
Niggas be thinkin they Makaveli,
tryin to bring drama
soon as these niggas whoop that ass,
you talkin Dear Mama...
but face to face, these niggas be cheesin like Velveeta,
Lookin smoked out,
hitin mo pipes than Peter
Stuck with broke hoes, broke ?? and ??
pussies that they be fuckin,
used up and sideways
stretck marks for days,
she about two-hun,
gotta get pissy drunk,
to fuck her and have fun
[chorus]
These niggas and hoes act the same,
cant tell em apart,
always runnin round
lookin for some shit to start.
These bitches run they mouth,
nigga, constantly
All in mine, nigga
All the time
It aint my fault
that yo punk ass broke
Mad, cuz you only got
stress to smoke.
I heard that shit that you was plottin
nigga you can try
to fuck with MC Ren,
but you must be high
Verse 2:
Niggas be high because
they workin 9 to 5
But the Villain be hibernatin
wakin up at 5... PM
You see them niggas be bitchy because
I wont let em up on my team
and give em a title like Hakeem,
Im peelin caps like tangerines
Tellin niggas I should
break em off chips
Get em in clubs free
and take em on trips
Free-Loadin ass niggas
lose all they sense
when they think they gon floss
off my expense
Niggas be goin corner to corner
bringin up the bill
Askin questions like the popos
tryin to see if I made a mill
Then they take that weak shit
back to they home fo pillow ??
She shakin her head like you tellin the truth
but she want yo ass to walk
What the fuck you expected?
Always bitchin at me
when she fuckin yo ass,
nigga she be seein me.
Go look in the room,
a costume, fo haloween,
of that black nigga, you know who
so you can live yo dream
*chorus*
Verse 3:
I hear yo ho punk bitches talkin shit,
Tryin to have some say
Tellin other hoes they wouldnt
give me no time of day
Still livin with they mommy
She babysittin while you fuckin
Gettin county cheques and money
from them niggas that you dick suckin
But nigga, why these bitches all in mine?
Why, nigga, hearin bullshit all the time?
Hoes from high school be wishin
they coulda got wit this dick
You know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
muthafuckin tricks
Now these hoes jockin
like all up on my style
You broke bitches,
How you like me now?
Actin like makin cheese is a muthafuckin crime
If I said "drop yo panties",
bitch you drop em in a dime
*chorus*
[ Must Be High Lyrics ]