Who In The F**k-MC Ren

[mjg] A natural fact: That I pimp tracks and freak around The game got cracks in them pipes, It＇s leakin＇ town My lines blow yo＇ mind, Yo＇ senses remain puzzled Attacked by the weight of the bass In yo＇ chest, Eightball, mjg, mc ren, Nevertheless ＇cause we＇s the most My real-a** lizards, Let＇s make a toast, And sing aloud to bustas, And force ＇em 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 aiight! ＇cause come sunrise, I＇m still rollin My nuts the only title I＇m claimin＇ And still holdin＇ [chorus- mc ren] Now who in the f**k Wanna come and represent? You b**ch a** niggaz, Y＇all be too hesitant I, take my black a** Down to the south B**ches wanna f**k me While I＇m in the suave house Ni**a, who in the f**k Wanna come and represent? Oh, I know you suck that dick, Acting too hesitant We, mjg, eightball, villain, Make that straight ni**a sh*t, That＇s how these niggaz feelin＇, uh. [eightball] Guess wo popped up, Straight up out the cuts With lyrical buckshots Spillin＇ all a ni**a guts Touch whoever witness, Strays when I displays, A thousand different ways to get paid With a phrase Days go by, I be hibernatin＇ gettin＇ high Dreamin＇ ＇bout l.a. Penetratin＇ somethin＇ 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** niggaz get ejected Ooze like slime, Dig this hines when we wreck sh*t Uncut, coast to coast, Slangin＇ audio d**e Manglin＇ mcs, leavin＇ ＇em, Danglin＇ from ropes Boast, tryin＇ to be doper than most, In my profession Me and the villain, microphone killin＇ No blood spillin＇ Phat raps with much cheddar In the tellers, Eightball and mjg and mc ren, Foreva! *chorus* [mc ren] F**k that, b**ches, the villain be Out in houston, tex., To f**k with them niggaz from suave Who wanna flex. B**ch niggaz got kidnapped, With dicks in they mouth, Fo＇ f**kin＇ compton niggaz, and Niggaz from down south, Eightball, mjg, where you at, Space agent? Y＇all prob＇ly got all the b**ches pagin＇ Suckin＇ ＇casian. Writin＇ left nuts, Chapstick and lips, While b**ch-a** niggaz spendin＇ chips, Just to see the hips South-west connection, B**ches bow tha f**k down F**k how them other niggaz sound Villain be hated by niggaz because They b**ches pussies throb Ready to slap that ho, Every time a head bob, niggaz be killin＇ me, Got that ni**a t-mixx, Pull the f**kin＇ remix If these words don＇t hurt you, Ni**a, got them stones and sticks, And some compton-a** niggaz To make you fade to black With some crazy houston niggaz In the cut in the back *chorus* Fade to end