[Intro: MC Ren]
Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds
Of MC motherf**in' Ren and motherf**in' Bigg Rocc
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I be peepin' you n***as tellin' your b**h not to smile at the villain
She wants this dick, I must to quit
Tell you motherf**ers like Johnny Cochran you ain't sh**
You'se a studio and still don't fit
I been lookin' at n***as cheesin' and grinnin'
On MTV, BET, no more cheese
So I call my n***a Rocc and get the sh** done
f** the police, we blase in the sun
Make your b**h come, these hoes they all dumb
Wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run
But Villain gone bring
Some ghetto a** sh**, don't need the n***a to sing
Have your own mamma gyratin' on my ding-a-ling
You know how I do it, she swallowed it
Rip right through it, so next time you open your mouth
Make sure my motherf**in' dick sway the f** out
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)
I hear n***as talkin' sh** like bringin'
Well I'mma bring it, if you n***as gon' sing it tonight
We gon' party, get high all night
Get drunk, f** hoes all through the night, ha
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear n***as talkin' sh** like bringin'
Well I'mma bring it if you n***as gon' sing it
Then I'mma close your curtains, this is my show
Up rises the .44, blast at your door
Criminal minded, you have been blinded
West Coast, Compton, n***as we stay grinded
We hardheads, feds, most wanted k**ers
They came with a bare, tryin' to figure out n***as
The blocks with guns, the guns with tote
The bomb a** b**hes, the chronic and coke
It's a bunch of rich ghetto negros
Check out the gators on my motherf**in' toes
Keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
Don't invite the n***as you hated, they'll overrated
Ugh, I'mma keep a f**in' bullet for the wasters
Now we keep it cheap for my motherf**in' gangsters
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)
[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
It's a chosen world n***a don't get mad
Cause your b**h wanna hop her a**, in my the back of my 'llac
And take her ride down memory lane, of that chronic and hypnotic
Body lookin' so exotic
I gotta watch it before I hit it
Sure up on all that p**y, puttin' on the show like a cla**ic ho
On the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse
So I can beat that fat p**y down
[Verse 4: MC Ren]
Yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this sh**
Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins
Would you think about that, you b**h
When your baby mamma s**in' my dick
I'm too sick with it
Compton finest, b**hes behind us, what the f** you're sayin'
We have your mamma frayin'
So bring it on, f** the microphone
Just give me like two zones
My black a** is gone, n***a
[Hook: Bigg Rocc] (x2)