MC Ren

MC Ren - Bringin It songtekst

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Right about now, you're witnessin' the sounds

of MC motherfuckin' Ren and motherfuckin' Bigg Rocc





I be peepin' you niggaz tellin' your bitch not to smile at the villain

she wants this dick, I must to quit

tell you motherfuckers like Johnny Cochran you ain't shit

you'se a studio and still don't fit

I been lookin' at niggaz cheesin' and grinnin'

on M.T.V, B.E.T, no more cheese

So I..call my nigga Rocc and get the shit done

fuck the police, we blase in the sun

make your bitch 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-Shit, don't need the nigga 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 motherfuckin' dick sway the fuck out...





I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'

well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight

we gon' party, get high all night

get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha





I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'

well I'ma bring it if you niggaz 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, niggaz we stay grinded

we hardheads, feds, most wanted killers

they came with a bare, tryin' to figure out niggaz

the blocks with guns, the guns with tote

the bomb-Ass-Bitches, the chronic and coke

it's a bunch of rich ghetto negros

check out the gators on my motherfuckin' toes

keep a lot for pocket, throw gangster party

don't invite the niggaz you hated, they'll overrated

ugh, I'ma keep a fuckin' bullet for the wasters

now we keep it cheap for my motherfuckin' gangsters...





I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'

well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight

we gon' party, get high all night

get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha





It's a chosen world nigga don't get mad

cause your bitch wanna hop her ass, 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 pussy, puttin' on the show like a classic hoe

on the '91 headed west bound to the Penthouse

so I can beat that fat pussy down...





yeah, one more time, we bout to rock this shit

Bigg Rocc and 'Ren hittin' tailspins

would you think about that, you bitch

when your baby mamma suckin' my dick

I'm too sick with it

Compton finest, bitches behind us, what the fuck you're sayin'

we have your mamma frayin'

so bring it on, fuck the microphone

just give me like two zones

my black ass is gone, nigga...





I hear niggaz talkin' shit like bringin'

well I'ma bring it, if you niggaz gon' sing it tonight

we gon' party, get high all night

get drunk, fuck hoes all through the night, ha









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