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Mc Ren - Live From Compton 'saturday Night'

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(MC Ren's answering machine)
Yeah, who dis?
(Cold187um)
Yo, this Hutch man, oh whats up?
(MC Ren answering machine)
What up nigg*, what's happenin? Yeah, check this out
I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap
I'll get back, peace
(Cold187um)
Yo whats up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, nigg*
It's Hutch man, whats up?
(MC Ren)
Hey, what's up dog? Hey nigg* what time is man?
(Cold)
Hey I don't know, man, I'm just sayin man, I was just callin
To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down
(MC Ren)
nigg* I'm about to rest, dog
(Cold)
Aww, man Saturday n s**t and you talkin about rest?
(MC Ren)
Man, what you talkin about, 
I was at that motherfkin studio nigg*, all night
(Cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, girls, something man, do something
(MC Ren)
Hey, hey fk what you gonna do
(Cold)
Aw, aw its like Ren, Ren what's up? 
Aw nigg* gonna hang up on a nigg*, s**t

(MC Ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop s**t that have your mind turnin black
nigg* I break God d*mn necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the s**t that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that s**t
  you know I ain't no motherfkin comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigg* Islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fk, 
but that s**t don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and b*tch-made-  get they caps peeled
When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know nigg* act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, motherfk you
I'm walkin with my  , 
with the help of 187 on this tight as* track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my s**t gets deep

(Cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more s**t, represent to the fullest
Everytime that I'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real,   be wanna Free Kick It pass
So they can beat your s**t, and jack your ass
I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be fked with
And definately not that motherfker they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole fkin set up
And don't say I didn't warn ya
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate keeper
Cause where I'm from, the s**t gets deeper

(MC Ren)
My s**t gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My s**t is too deep, 
well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new  
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out s**t yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack   s**t out my window
Cause rarely do I see   that be comin with that funky as* s**t
That make you say fk ay, go shoot a nigg* down, 
but here comes that black nigg* that they call Ren
Makin   go and act crazy again
  be fkin fools for the hell of it
Some down old   better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a fk, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
b*tch slappin   with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street 
killin playa haters over some wicked as* beats
Me and my   come and get your ass
Then me and my   beat up on that ass
Cause me and my  , nigg* love the creep
When the s**t gets deep, it gets deep