8ball - Who In The f** lyrics

[Verse 1: MJG] A natural fact, that I pimp tracks and freak around The game got cracks in them pipes, it's leaking town My lines blow your mind, your senses remain puzzled You're trying to give me props, but you can't, your mouth muzzled Attacked by the weight of the ba**, in your chest 8Ball, MJG, MC Ren, nevertheless Cause we's the most My real-a** lizards, let's make a toast And single out the bustas and force them 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 damn bar and couldn't take it That's all right cause come sunrise, I'm still rolling My nuts the only title I'm claiming and still holding [Hook: MC Ren] Now who in the f** wanna come and represent? You b**h a** n***as y'all be too hesitant I, take my black a**, down to the south b**hes wanna f** me while I'm in the Suave House n***a, who in the f** wanna come and represent? Oh, I know you s** that dick, acting too hesitant We, MJG, Eightball, Villain, make that straight n***a sh** That's how these n***as feeling [8Ball] Guess wo popped up straight up out the cuts With lyrical buckshots spilling all a n***a guts Touch whoever witness strays when I displays A thousand different ways to get paid with a phrase Days go by, I be hibernating getting high Dreaming about L.A., penetrating something fly Down in H-Town, or somewhere in the Mound All eyes on me baby, cause I get around We be like, connected weak-a** n***as get ejected Ooze like slime dig this hines when we wreck sh** Uncut, coast to coast, slanging audio dope Mangling MCs, leaving them, dangling from ropes Boast, trying to be doper than most in my profession Me and the villain, microphone k**ing - no blood spilling Phat raps with much cheddar in the tellers 8Ball and MJG and MC Ren forever [Hook] [MC Ren] f** that, b**hes, the villain be out in Houston, Tex., To f** with them n***as from Suave, who wanna flex b**h n***as got kidnapped with dicks in they mouth For f**ing Compton n***as, and n***as from down South 8Ball, MJG, where you at Space age-ing Y'all probably got all the b**hes paging s**ing casian, writing left nuts, chapstick and lips While b**h-a** n***as spending chips, just to see the hips South-West connection, b**hes bow the f** down f** how them other n***as sound Villain be hated by n***as because they b**hes pussies throb Ready to slap that ho every time a head bob n***as be k**ing me, got that n***a T-Mix Pull the f**ing remix If these words don't hurt you, n***a, got them stones and sticks And some Compton-a** n***as, to make you fade to black With some crazy Houston n***as in the cut in the back [Hook]