(feat. Bigg Rocc)

[Intro: MC Ren]

Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds
of MC mother$#&@in' Ren and mother$#&@in' Bigg Rocc


[Verse 1: MC Ren]
I be peepin' you ^!$$%z tellin' your (*##$ not to smile at the villain
she wants this dick, I must to quit

tell you mother$#&@ers like Johnny Cochran you ain't %#@!
you'se a studio and still don't fit
I been lookin' at ^!$$%z cheesin' and grinnin'

on M.T.V, B.E.T, no more cheese
So I..call my ^!$$% Rocc and get the %#@! done
$#&@ the police, we blase in the sun

make your (*##$ come, these hoes they all dumb
wake up the next morning they'll blame it on the run
but Villain gon' bring

some ghetto-Ass-%#@!, don't need the ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@in' dick sway the $#&@ out...


[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear ^!$$%z talkin' %#@! like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you ^!$$%z gon' sing it tonight

we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, $#&@ hoes all through the night, ha


[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear ^!$$%z talkin' %#@! like bringin'
well I'ma bring it if you ^!$$%z gon' sing it

then I'ma close your curtains, this is my show
up rises the .44, blast at your door
criminal minded, you have been blinded

West Coast, Compton, ^!$$%z we stay grinded
we hardheads, feds, most wanted killers
they came with a bare, tryin' to figure out ^!$$%z

the blocks with guns, the guns with tote
the bomb-Ass-(*##$es, the chronic and !@%!e
it's a bunch of rich ghetto negros

check out the gators on my mother$#&@in' toes
keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party
don't invite the ^!$$%z you hated, they'll overrated

ugh, I'ma keep a $#&@in' bullet for the wasters
now we keep it cheap for my mother$#&@in' gangsters...


[Chorus x2: Bigg Rocc]
I hear ^!$$%z talkin' %#@! like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you ^!$$%z gon' sing it tonight

we gon' party, get high all night
get drunk, $#&@ hoes all through the night, ha


[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
It's a chosen world ^!$$% don't get mad
cause your (*##$ wanna hop her $$#, 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 #~!!@, puttin' on the show like a classic hoe
on the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse
so I can beat that fat #~!!@ down...


[Verse 4: MC Ren]
yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this %#@!

Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins
would you think about that, you (*##$
when your baby mamma suckin' my dick

I'm too sick with it
Compton finest, (*##$es behind us, what the $#&@ you're sayin'
we have your mamma frayin'

so bring it on, $#&@ the microphone
just give me like two zones
my black $$# is gone, ^!$$%...


[Chorus x4: Bigg Rocc]
I hear ^!$$%z talkin' %#@! like bringin'
well I'ma bring it, if you ^!$$%z gon' sing it tonight
we gon' party, get high all night

get drunk, $#&@ hoes all through the night, ha