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MJG
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes,
it's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind,
yo' senses remain puzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass
in yo' chest,
Eightball, MJG, MC Ren,
nevertheless
'Cause we's the most
My real-ass lizards,
let's make a toast,
and sing aloud to bustas,
and force 'em to get ghost
And coast to coast
We shows loves in Network,
while some try to impress people
and get hurt.
Deep thoughts cloud my conscience
as I curl,
up in the corner on hand,
and then I hurl
Call my girl
Tell her I'm drunk
and can't make it
I tried to drink the whole d*mn bar
and couldn't take it
That's aiight!
'Cause come sunrise,
I'm still rollin
My nuts the only title I'm claimin'
and still holdin'
Chorus- MC Ren
Now who in the fk
wanna come and represent?
You b*tch as* ,
y'all be too hesitant
I, take my black as*
down to the south
girls wanna fk me
while I'm in the Suave House
nigg*, who in the fk
wanna come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that d*ck,
acting too hesitant
We, MJG, Eightball, Villain,
Make that straight nigg* s**t,
that's how these feelin', Uh.
Eightball
Guess wo popped up,
straight up out the cuts
with lyrical buckshots
spillin' all a nigg* guts
Touch whoever witness,
strays when I displays,
a thousand different ways to get paid
with a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin' gettin' high
Dreamin' 'bout L.A.
penetratin' somethin' fly
Down in H-Town,
or somewhere in the Mound,
all eyes on me, baby,
'cause I get around
We be like, connected
weak-ass get ejected
Ooze like slime,
dig this hines when we wreck s**t
Uncut, coast to coast,
slangin' audio dope
Manglin' MCs, leavin' 'em,
danglin' from ropes
Boast, tryin' to be doper than most,
in my profession
Me and the villain, microphone killin'
no blood spillin'
Phat raps with much cheddar
in the tellers,
Eightball and MJG and MC Ren,
Foreva!
*Chorus*
MC Ren
fk that, girls, the villain be
out in Houston, Tex.,
To fk with them from Suave
who wanna flex.
b*tch got kidnapped,
with d*cks in they mouth,
fo' fkin' Compton , and
from down South,
Eightball, MJG, where you at,
space agent?
Y'all prob'ly got all the girls pagin'
suckin' 'casian.
Writin' left nuts,
chapstick and lips,
While b*tch-ass spendin' chips,
just to see the hips
South-West connection,
girls bow tha fk down
fk how them other sound
Villain be hated by because
they girls p*ssies throb
ready to slap that ho,
every time a head bob, be killin' me,
Got that nigg* T-Mixx,
pull the fkin' remix
if these words don't hurt you,
nigg*, got them stones and sticks,
and some Compton-ass
to make you fade to black
With some crazy Houston
in the cut in the back
*chorus*
fade to end