Lirik Lagu Mr. Fuck Up - MC Ren
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* (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' loot
Then 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
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' loot
Then 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
