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MC Ren lyrics - Shock of the Hour

Mr. Fuck Up

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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 up Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar 'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor Grinch you did it, your black ass really did it Give Bone the microphone and let him kill it Give Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't stop And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good grip My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn Click I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my dick You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit Compton is the heart and that's where we all from The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in the slum And don't be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4 'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door And then we make a dash and put that ass in the air True checkin' done by the true fuckin' player I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my pock Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a quick buck Boom 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 fall A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall I place where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent And when it comes to music put on MC Ren shit Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin' freaky Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy Headin' downstairs my niggaz hand me a 4-O Smokin' the extension you know it's the indo Now I'm feelin' high like I'm sittin' on a cloud The dust that we kick I guess we live our lives foul Beware of the nigga that they call J-Rock The party's goin' through but I still got my glock I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every bunch And if it's necessary motherfucker we can thump Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your chest Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof vest Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the hall So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your clip And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click

Take You Home

FABOLOUS "Ghetto Fabolous"
(feat. Lil' Mo) [Verse 1] Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin a thing and That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten I'm fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in Mind spendin a day with the kingpin Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin Ma, I'm where you wanna be, if not We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be Yea, you a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know [Chorus (Lil' Mo)] I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight [Verse 2] Allright, okay... You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to You can push the grey station thru I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2 How da hell been tweekin out How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out She'll be tired of trainin dat month You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain't even nut Miss I'll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible for changin yo struck Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let's go [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] I think it's just that ladies I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon never make you feel sleezy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle Throw yo legz up while I work the middle Already told me how you strictly be witt'em Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em I'm young, but know I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me [Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out]

Who Dat

JT Money "Pimping On Wax"
[JT Money] Jack jack.. YEAH! Put em up! Put em up! Yo yo.. JT Money! Throw em up! Throw em up! JT Money! Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Go nutty - who dat?) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Who dat? Huh?) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (WHO DAT? who dat? WHO DAT? who dat?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Huh? YEAH!) Yo who dat off-brand nigga tryin to hang wit the clique Flossin like you came wit the clique But would you bang with the clique if it was thick or do you just ride dick? Cause playa, I don't know you, nigga tell me who you wit! If you hang wit the Squad, you bound to get scarred Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggaz run the yard Round here we blow trees, don't fuck with OB's You dick-ride niggaz might be the police; aaaah-iight? Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya NIG-GA) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (YEAH!) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Tryin to.. in my.. it's you!) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to get up in my..) [Sole] Uhh, me and my girls rollin deep, represent the Sole Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on See them niggaz all pause, droppin digital phones Askin me, where you from, cause they wantin to clone, niggaz.. Them lines, they spit, they want, my shit But game, be whack, I turn, my back Then hear that you're lickin, stickin it Tell all your friends that you're dickin it Swingin on them ?? Hi-Fi shit nigga, get sick with this, say Who dey? Who dat? No chance, blew dat When you said that you wrote this Have Red Zone niggaz on blow for this bitch Don't you deny it nigga, don't even try it nigga You makin claims that you laid wit the fly nigga Don't know, your name, it still, remains That you, would say, you fucked, So-le' Everytime they turn a back, burn tracks Niggaz wanna say they've earned stacks Dick be jack, picture that Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is dat? Why? [JT Money] Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew I been said a legendary up in this motherfucker Veteran in this game, and still bringin ruckus Never had no time for tricks or no bustaz I only fuck wit dat real I got no love for suckers All these tiny-ass niggaz be wanna wear my shoes Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues Then these hoes goin crazy, bout J baby! The way you show me your love, is by the way you pay me The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine Just know I keep niggaz up and krunk, like battle lines Motherfuckers be all up in a nigga biz Tryin to question my shit just like a pop quiz Nigga what this is? Aaaa-ight? Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to.. in my.. it's you!) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) (We out to change nigga!) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (We runnin game nigga! You wanna bang nigga?) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (It ain't no thang nigga! We out to change nigga) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (We runnin game nigga! You wanna bang nigga?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (It ain't no thang nigga! Aaaa-ight!) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to.. in my.. it's you!) Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who (Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew (Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) YEAH!

Asap

T.I. "Urban Legend"
[Intro] Asap, asap, asap Asap, asap, asap Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P [Verse 1] I'm on my grind, grand hustle Got the mind and the muscle 50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewlery Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6 Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat 5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat [Hook] (Asap asap asap...) A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P [Verse 2] I know alota rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne, I ain't never take it lightly But all that tongue-wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me How many rappers you know that could hold they own on White street East steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly Normal population, half the jail just like me Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gon' strike me Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'for they bite me They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly Fiesty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely [Hook] (Asap asap asap...) A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P [Verse 3] Flip, say who known to the land and the people My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits O.G. status, Ion't beef unless I need to Sissy you way outa line and you runnin' outa time Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes Ion't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine [Hook] (Asap asap asap...) A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap Asap, asap, asap Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P Asap, asap, asap Asap, asap, asap Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P

Can't Stop Me

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Verse 1:] Mhmm, yes, I does that. Stays hot, I ain't got to get my buzz back What everybody trying to be now; I was that They could never stop me; that's why I love rap Been living the life, praising ice. Bang the baddest chicks in the world, maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread, all the whips is a year ahead I only fear the FEDs Forty-five on the other side of the peep hole Head shot from point blank; call it a free throw Funny, 'cause I had divisions since Calico Back then, I still ain't reached my peak, though Louie loafers, Pollo pea coat Call me whenever the bosses meet, yo I drove papi crazy, so the industries never gonna stop me, baby [Verse 2:] I'm gonna call it confidence, 'cause I ain't cocky I just know one thing: They can't stop me Whether I'm on "Ef" or LA, or they swap me; it's all good, because I know the gangsters got me First thing's first "they jar us" abruptly I treat the rap game like a large monopoly One on one they can't guard me properly But when they double team me the odds are sloppy I move like them eighty milligrams of oxy Send your sister back to your family knockneed Got too hot for the grams, and got weed In the rap bracket he remains the top seed Revolver holds six; quick to blow three Audio heroin, so you don't OD Shooters know you, but you don't know me The block is crazy, can't stop me, baby [Verse 3:] Once I start I ain't gonna stop the squeezing And the gauze ain't gon' be able to stop the bleeding And your girl ain't gon' be able to stop the weezing When she get that phone call from the doc; we even You could not stop me, so stop believing Ring tone rap, this is not the season I punch lines hard enough to stop your breathing And the ladies will still pay a lot to see him I'm gonna get rich long as I got my freedom And usually when you get hit it's for a reason If you in the hood, better dodge the Ds, and watch your Qs, and be on your Ps, and Thank you all for coming out this evening Having a good time with your liquor, and treason Even if they knock me, then continue to watch me They still wouldn't be able to stop me

Lay Low

SNOOP DOGG "Tha Last Meal"
(feat. Butch Cassidy, Tha Eastsidaz, Dr. Dre) [BEEP] [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put this on there: All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick! And we still smokin, what! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dick Talkin shit, he better LAY LOW For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better LAY LOW For the niggaz who be claimin my hood and really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOW I hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkin and I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO! [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say so Limo tint rollin deep like the President See I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch) I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate Return of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin this Whatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch it Lay low, blow big dope, and slang records Unseen but well heard, do not disturb The only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the word I flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge from the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke I bring the worst from the L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the 'World's Most Dangerous Group' - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was no surprise I always knew these fools would trip Hatin, fakin, schemin on mine and on the down low talkin shit Best move cause I refuse to lose no matter which damn road I choose So lay low cause you might be bruised Top story on the evening news I ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay low Lay down on the floor I'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me know That's what I came fo' [Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz] Where that nigga who be talkin shit He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the tits Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips She tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her home Dropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy Brougham Coulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag) And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong [Tray Deee - Eastsidaz] Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with The same click he came with and made the game flip Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hard That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard The backyard is where we get our scrap on The black car drive by then you get capped on [Master P] Whassup pimpin It's P and Snoop With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but loot They call me Jackhammer for all the bread I got but they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got I keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrilla The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta It's, No Limit til I D-I-E C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be [Chorus]

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