Текст песни MC Ren f Juvenile *, The Whole Click - Mr. Fuck Up
MC Ren f Juvenile *, The Whole Click - Mr. Fuck Up слова песни
* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren`s brother) My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I`m known to be a fuck upLoaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed upPut my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar`Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlorGrinch you did it, your black ass really did itGive Bone the microphone and let him kill itGive Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a copLil` G from the hall so the maggot won`t stopAnd plus I`m packin` punches always keep a good gripMy homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn ClickI live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dickYou sorry sap sips still hangin` on my shitCompton is the heart and that`s where we all fromThe jackin` goin` on in the hood and in the slumAnd don`t be caught slippin` while we dippin` the 4`Cause Ren`ll grab his nine and watch him smoke `em from the doorAnd then we make a dash and put that ass in the airTrue checkin` done by the true fuckin` playerI`m headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pockRainin` make `em kill `em `cause I`m servin` `em spotAnd that`s how it`s done I keep it flowin` like a sailorMy beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck TaylorThen I call the Juvy `cause I know we gotta CoupeDon`t worry `bout a damn we got the end, we gettin` lootThen call me Mr. Dopeman when I`m chillin` in the spotMy niggaz call me Bishop when I`m rollin` with my glockThe crackers call me bandit when I`m runnin` from the copsAnd the bitches call me daddy when I`m tearin` up the cockYo the title`s Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I`m fuckedGot no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buckBoom 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 fallA nigga from the streets hangin` in the fuckin` hallI place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bentAnd when it comes to music put on MC Ren shitNow everybody chillin` and the bitches gettin` freakyTook a trick to the room now she gots ta lick meLickin` out my ass hole like a fuckin` groupieI`m through now I cleans up and call my nigga JuvyHeadin` downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-OSmokin` the extension you know it`s the indoNow I`m feelin` high like I`m sittin` on a cloudThe dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foulBeware of the nigga that they call J-RockThe party`s goin` through but I still got my glockI`m watchin` for the bad apples in every bunchAnd if it`s necessary motherfucker we can thumpOr get a fuckin` pump, put a hole in your chestSlugs goin` straight through a bullet proof vestMatters gettin` worse if I have to drop the dogsBeat ya in your face yellin` till ya hit the hallSo smalls, get your fuckin` 9 and your clipAnd let these motherfuckers know what`s up on the Whole Click