Cold 187um - Mind Blown lyrics

[MC Ren] You know Hutch man, I let one of these b**h made n***as get away with something the other night man, I shouldn't a let him get away with it [Cold 187um] Put a foot to his a** [MC Ren] What did you say? Put a foot to his a**? [Cold 187um] That's right man [MC Ren] Wow, that beautiful man, wow, that's what I'm gonna do to him, put a foot to his a** You know what Hutch man, I think I'mma adopt that formula for myself man, wow [Verse 1: MC Ren] n***a I'm the black giant puttin sh** down You n***as aren't familiar with my sound I'm shockin motherf**ers like water and a live wire Makin n***as feel the fire like Richard Pryor The Great Elephant, the b**h made n***a k**a I'm steppin on you n***as like a Godzilla A living legend like Shaq The beggining and the last Mohican Cause I be seekin to have n***as tweakin through the weekend I gives a f** about the radio and f*ggot sounding disc jockeys Bust yo f**in mouth like we playin hockey I stick and move like rocky cause I'm co*ky A motherf**in nuclear bomb couldn't stop me I throw a bottle at the mirror and make it shatter n***as in LA shut the f** up and make ya sh** fatter I'm lookin for the n***as with the sk**s Not the n***as that woke up this morning saying they wanna rhyme You can always tell whack n***as by the clothes that they wear I b**h slap the n***as tie em' up in a chair Don't gives a f** if baby yellin that it ain't fair Cause you know this n***a Ren, n***a just don't care Yeah, I'm that motherf**er sittin on my throne and it's on Got you n***as mind blown [Hook] It ain't no turnin back when ya on a mission For the opposition, n***as keep on wishin [Verse 2: MC Ren ] I don't give a f** I'm a real n***a n***as swingin on my dick cause my nuts bigga Blow they motherf**in brains like a sawed off I bust that funky a** sh** then they hauled off f** a mother f**in record deal could of been a pimp But I'm that n***a puttin fear in ya f**in ear So raise the f** up, when n***as be bumpin that sh** Wanna s** this dick? wanna f** that trick I gotta heata when I need a n***a My n***as smoke a f**in pound of bud Leaving b**h made n***as in a puddle of blood I gives a f** about em', I just kick it on the block And handle my sh**, with my motherf**in n***a Rocc So f** a crew, n***a, I'm all alone When I'm spittin fly sh** on the microphone And I'm that black n***a sittin on my throne And it's on, got you motherf**in mind blown [Hook] [Verse 3: Bigg Rocc] n***as get sprayed like Raid I have em' droppin Moppin, shootin n***as up like Charles Bronson J Rocc, a n***a playin it for keeps, so keep f**in up in the Compton streets, yo Ren pa** a n***a that 38 So I could set all these b**h made n***as str8 Now tell me, do you wanna take it toe for toe strap for strap I'd rather bust a cap in your f**in back Take a look, what you see is a crook, breakin every rule in the book I try my best not to get locked up But at the same time I steady be f**in up At the shack, n***as be sippin on that yat Breakin off a freestyle on my n***a Hutch's track It's Big Rocc once again it's on and I got you motherf**as str8 mind blown Yeah