(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      (chorus) 2x      (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'      (chorus) 2x      (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!      (chorus) 2x