MC Ren Lyrics
MC Ren Lyrics
"Mr. Fuck Up Lyrics"
High Lyrics
Huge success The kind that makes you wonder I am no test Repossed I'm under, I am nowhere A solitary way Huge success you never gave away What if I were high What if you were evil What if I were high What if you were evil I am haunted Cool September wind Fools flaunted Who cares about sleepin' Cold numbers in order
* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)
My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black ass 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 bitches on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we
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 ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' 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 niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin'
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall
A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and c
Headin' downstairs my niggaz 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 nigga 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 motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 9 and your clip
And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click
Huge success The kind that makes you wonder I am no test Repossed I'm under, I am nowhere A solitary way Huge success you never gave away What if I were high What if you were evil What if I were high What if you were evil I am haunted Cool September wind Fools flaunted Who cares about sleepin' Cold numbers in order
* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)
My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a fuck up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black ass 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 bitches on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we
If You Want It Lyrics
Going through these old scrapbooks it's where the pasts been laid to rest innocence clashes with ambition puts it to the test now it's over and this is where we've arrived most others would just be happy that they'd survived cos they all want it they want it but they just dont get it now cutting through all the late night stoned up talk of being blessed sure life's got compli
all fromGoing through these old scrapbooks it's where the pasts been laid to rest innocence clashes with ambition puts it to the test now it's over and this is where we've arrived most others would just be happy that they'd survived cos they all want it they want it but they just dont get it now cutting through all the late night stoned up talk of being blessed sure life's got compli
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 ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin' 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 niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin'
The Longest Pee Lyrics
Performed by Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider [Line of people talking] "Hey man, let me in there first" -"Go ahead man, take it easy" "Thanks, I really gotta pee" [Open door, close door] [Unzip pants] [Start pissin..........groaning....] "Oh man" [.....] "Ohhh yeah" [..
with my glockPerformed by Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider [Line of people talking] "Hey man, let me in there first" -"Go ahead man, take it easy" "Thanks, I really gotta pee" [Open door, close door] [Unzip pants] [Start pissin..........groaning....] "Oh man" [.....] "Ohhh yeah" [..
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers fall
A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and c
Breath Breath Lyrics
nothing here to fear nothing here to be scared of i promise i'm your shelter when it's back breathe breathe breathe i'll help you through it wont be long do you hear me it'll be over soon i'm your shelter i'm your shelter you can trust in me put your trust in me i said breathe breathe breathe i'll help you through it
all my nigga Juvynothing here to fear nothing here to be scared of i promise i'm your shelter when it's back breathe breathe breathe i'll help you through it wont be long do you hear me it'll be over soon i'm your shelter i'm your shelter you can trust in me put your trust in me i said breathe breathe breathe i'll help you through it
Headin' downstairs my niggaz 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 nigga 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 motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 9 and your clip
And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click