MC Ren Mr. Fuck Up Lyrics

* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)

My n____z call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a f___ up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so n____ feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your black a__ 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 d___ Click
I live like a mack and keep the b____es on my d___
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my s___
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 a__ in the air
True checkin' done by the true f___in' 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 d___ we got the end, we gettin' loot

Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot
My n____z call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the b____es call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the c___
Yo the t__le's Mr. f___ up so I figure that I'm f___ed
Got no luck, s___, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a n____ with a m_________in' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy a__ n____ makin' m_________ers fall
A n____ from the streets hangin' in the f___in' hall
I place where we smoke bud and n____z get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren s___
Now everybody chillin' and the b____es gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my a__ hole like a f___in' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my n____ Juvy
Headin' downstairs my n____z 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 n____ 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 m_________er we can thump
Or get a f___in' 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 f___in' 9 and your clip
And let these m_________ers know what's up on the Whole Click