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mc ren – must be high lyrics

verse 1:
these n-gg-s be actin’ like i f–ked
and didn’t call ’em for weeks
like they wantin’ a n-gg- d-ck
in between they b-tt cheeks
they staight b-tchy
without their bleedin’ and kotexes
the villain that go to texas
n-gg- got a plan full of o’s and x’s
what’s yo’ game plan?
n-gg-s be sayin’ you sabotagin’ me
but yo’ b-tch be suckin’ my d-ck,
she be tellin me that you dodgin’ me
like piazza, a n-gg- gots ta,
keep my roster, with b-tches slidin’ home,
no lickin’ yo’ sh-t, yo’ b-tch is gone
n-gg-s be thinkin’ they makaveli,
tryin’ to bring drama
soon as these n-gg-s whoop that -ss,
you talkin’ dear mama…
but face to face, these n-gg-s be cheesin’ like velveeta,
lookin smoked out,
hitin mo’ pipes than peter
stuck with broke hoes, broke? and?
p-ss-es that they be f–kin’,
used up and sideways
stretck marks for days,
she about two-hun,
gotta get p-ssy drunk,
to f–k her and have fun

(chorus)
these n-gg-s and hoes act the same,
can’t tell em apart,
always runnin ’round
lookin for some sh-t to start.
these b-tches run they mouth,
n-gg-, constantly
all in mine, n-gg-
all the time
it ain’t my fault
that yo’ punk -ss broke
mad, ’cause you only got
stress to smoke.
i heard that sh-t that you was plottin’
n-gg- you can try
to f–k with mc ren,
but you must be high

verse 2:
n-gg-s be high because
they workin 9 to 5
but the villain be hibernatin’
wakin up at 5… pm
you see them n-gg-s be b-tchy because

i wont let ’em up on my team
and give ’em a t-tle like hakeem,
i’m peelin’ caps like tangerines
tellin’ n-gg-s i should
break ’em off chips
get ’em in clubs free
and take ’em on trips
free-loadin’ -ss n-gg-s
lose all they sense
when they think they gon’ floss
off my expense
n-gg-s be goin’ corner to corner
bringin’ up the bill
askin questions like the popos
tryin to see if i made a mill’
then they take that weak sh-t
back to they home fo’ pillow?
she shakin’ her head like you tellin the truth
but she want yo’ -ss to walk
what the f–k you expected?
always b-tchin’ at me
when she f–kin’ yo’ -ss,
n-gg- she be seein me.
go look in the room,
a costume, fo’ haloween,
of that black n-gg-, you know who
so you can live yo’ dream

-chorus-

verse 3:
i hear yo’ ho punk b-tches talkin’ sh-t,
tryin’ to have some say
tellin’ other hoes they wouldn’t
give me no time of day
still livin with they mommy
she babysittin’ while you f–kin
gettin county cheques and money
from them n-gg-s that you d-ck suckin
but n-gg-, why these b-tches all in mine?
why, n-gg-, hearin bullsh-t all the time?
hoes from high school be wishin
they coulda got wit this d-ck
you know how they be in the car-hop clicks,
m-th-f–kin’ tricks
now these hoes jockin’
like all up on my style
you broke b-tches,
how you like me now?
actin’ like makin’ cheese is a m-th-f–kin’ crime
if i said “drop yo’ panties”,
b-tch you drop em in a dime

-chorus-

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