My ^!$$%z call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a $#&@ up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so ^!$$% feel my pockets with the dollar

'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black $$# really did it
Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it

Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip

My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the (*##$es on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my %#@!

Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4

'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put that $$# in the air
True checkin' done by the true $#&@in' player

I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor

My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot


Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot
My ^!$$%z call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock

The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the (*##$es call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the @@#!
Yo the title's Mr. $#&@ up so I figure that I'm $#&@ed

Got no luck, %#@!, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a ^!$$% with a mother$#&@in' gun master plannin'

I'm a crazy $$# ^!$$% makin' mother$#&@ers fall
A ^!$$% from the streets hangin' in the $#&@in' hall
I place where we smoke bud and ^!$$%z get bent

And when it comes to music put on MC Ren %#@!
Now everybody chillin' and the (*##$es gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me

Lickin' out my $$# hole like a $#&@in' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my ^!$$% Juvy
Headin' downstairs my ^!$$%z hand me a 4-O

Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo
Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul

Beware of the ^!$$% that they call J-Rock
The party's goin' through but I still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch

And if it's necessary mother$#&@er we can thump
Or get a $#&@in' pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest

Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your $#&@in' 9 and your clip

And let these mother$#&@ers know what's up on the Whole Click