* (not cash money -- mc ren's brother)
My n***az call me grinch and yes i'm known to be a f** up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so n***a feel my pockets with the dollar
'cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black a** really did it
Give bone the microphone and let him k** it
Give bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' g from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus i'm 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 b**hes on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my sh**
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4
'cause ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put that a** in the air
True checkin' done by the true f**in' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em k** 'em 'cause i'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how it's 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
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot
Then call me mr. dopeman when i'm chillin' in the spot
My n***az call me bishop when i'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when i'm runnin' from the cops
And the b**hes call me daddy when i'm tearin' up the co*k
Yo the title's mr. f** up so i figure that i'm f**ed
Got no luck, sh**, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'cause i'm a n***a with a motherf**in' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy a** n***a makin' motherf**ers fall
A n***a from the streets hangin' in the f**in' hall
I place where we smoke bud and n***az get bent
And when it comes to music put on mc ren sh**
Now everybody chillin' and the b**hes gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my a** hole like a f**in' groupie
I'm through now i cleans up and call my n***a juvy
Headin' downstairs my n***az hand me a 4-o
Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo
Now i'm feelin' high like i'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we kick i guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the n***a that they call j-rock
The party's goin' through but i still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch
And if it's necessary motherf**er we can thump
Or get a f**in' 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 f**in' 9 and your clip
And let these motherf**ers know what's up on the whole click