MC Ren

MC Ren - Who Got That Street Shit lyrics

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(Chorus) 2X

Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Compton niggas)

Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Park's niggas)

Nigga who the fuck got that street shit (LA niggas)

My nigga who the fuck got that street shit (Real niggas)



(MC Ren)

A motherfuckin fiend, before I became a teen

the villain was fuckin with bitches instead of cones or ice cream

Niggas be killing the villain like aids with whack rhymes

these niggas don't be havin no lyrics

All they talk about is nines and chronic

The villain be doing that but I can switch up

kick some unreleased shit nigga pick your bitch up

The villain be killin you niggas that's running with clicks

Ren be own em'

niggas be running with clicks cause they can't do it on they own lonesome

From CPT to NYC, I keeps it hot

bitches be worshiping a nigga with shrines and parking lots.

Ten years of damage motherfucking rap god

traded in the Dayton's on the foe with 3 tripods

The villain be travelling at the speed of light, cause I might

be uniden-tah-fied if I come whack, mothefuckers late at night

Niggas be waking up forgetting the whole thing

nigga it ain't over till the hoe sing, bitch sing it

 

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(MC Ren)

Ain't shit changed, still making bitches pussy's hot

hanging with niggas from Compton carryin big glocks

Fucking em' car hops trippin off some paint and gold D'z

bitches be happy to hold these

Hanging with rap niggas like Lez and Joe Clair

niggas from Compton multiply and seen everywhere

Making your spot hot attract the feds and protest

kidnapping bitches and make the scene grotesque

Real niggas and bitches niggas hanging out

CPT dwelling shots reigning out

Selling coke, hoes taking dicks down they throat

bitch niggas coming up pissin all you find is a ransom note

New release, promotin fucking police

crooked motherfuckers hot cause I won't give em' a piece 

MC motherfuckin REN  back at cha'

niggas bit my shit the villain ain't mad at cha'

 

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(MC Ren)

A nigga sittin on the curb rats catch whip lash

same hoes when I was little, fucking niggas for cash

Now they baby mommas cause they wanted niggas with dope

stuck with stretch marks and niggas names tattered by they throat

Some on they tittys, ankles and ass

every neighborhood got these stankin tricks from the past

They be at the clubs, pussy's used up

they tiitys six feet, there stomachs lookin bruised up

Real niggas turn the light out

nigga till they child's through

These hoes today be havin niggas rob you

Just to come up, so niggas can fuck em' with cheap weed

makin motherfuckers go and drop a week seed

Thinkin they max Julie fake ass macks

all the hoes shake the spot once they smoke up your chronic sack

Who's getting played nigga you or the hoe

these bitches be fuckin you and your doe

Niggas fuck it!

 

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