Mc Ren - John Doe lyrics

[Intro: MC Ren] John-motherf**in-Doe, live for you, motherf**ers We got John Doe in the house tonight That motherf**er just came back from off tour And he gon' tell all y'all punk b**hes A little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that [Verse 1: MC Ren] This sh** is f**ed up, hoes tryin' to have the n***a set up b**h wear my drawers You scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't f**in' with yours f** the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's We the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's I'm sick of the homey, and f** nine to five's In hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no n***as even fightin' with knives No dialogues cut you down to sizes Have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint If she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint It's f**ed up how we brought up Put the n***a on the bottom and then you make him catch up n***as out here ain't givin' the f** Tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks s**ed It's the Villain, Chip and Rocc You b**h a** gay n***as need to stop...... [Chorus: MC Ren] Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more This is "John Doe, John Doe" [Verse 2: Bigg Rocc] Since 12 I've been a young thug juvi' My life, is like old black street buvie Big booties, d**, alcohol straps The good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks Junky-Ass-Cops, crooked a** that crackin' the ground But dope'll never found So why in the f** would you pull me over "because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover" Or in my four, hittin' corners on switches Mad cause I got a car low, full of b**hes My style is different, n***a pay attention Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin' Some n***as is bloodin, some n***as is cribin' Some n***as all about the green, some pimpin' Some hit you with the beam for no reason 365 westcoast k**in' season....... [Chorus: MC Ren] Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more This is "John Doe, John Doe" [Verse 3: Chip Dirty] "n***as" what you're claimin' "n***as" sound the same and "n***as" runnin' games and "n***as" entertainin' "n***as" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me Same n***as ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be Bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs My n***as do super d**, in hood for super loves While you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps Keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat You wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming" Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget We the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files John Doe got f**in' styles So, write it down, remember it, take a picture I gives the f** My n***as is quick to get with you Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna If you was a buster, bend the corner........ [Chorus: MC Ren X3] Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe" Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe" These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe" n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more This is "John Doe, John Doe"