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mc ren - nigga called ren lyrics

ten years m-th-f-cka’z, these bomb -ss raps hooked up wit ant banks

made the bay bridge collapse ren’s rap[voice]
b-tches be havin claps and crabs on a day
i came outta state, like a movin yay
it’s all about ren and banks like hoo riders
m-th-f-ckin compton n-gg-s got them true riders
industry full a sh-t make a n-gg- shake spots
these m-th-f-ckin clones bitin bone and pac
f-ck magazines i get five mics who the source
wit all this street sh-t my n-gg-s took it by force
ten years ago the villain revealin a new text
guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks
broke off to s-x real n-gg-s don’t die
n-gg- thinkin you the sh-t cause ya homie lie

chorus[all you b-tch -ss n-gg-s wanna ride wit me
knowin d-mn well you can’t come inside wit me
now the villain is back again who is it
the black n-gg- that they call reeeeen

ren’s rap verse 2
b-tches be havin signs readin ren come and f-ck
villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin
hands off controllin they minds like remotes
compton n-gg-s be shovin they d-cks down them deep throats
i’m compton most wanted like eight and chill
f-ck the radio and the b-tch dianna still
we don’t be givin a f-ck like n-gg-s shermed up
heard i was f-ckin wit banks got yo -ss turned up
lyrically i can’t be f-cked wit wit a pen
b-tches be sayin they p-ssy hurt again by that n-gg- ren
i n-gg-fied like them do foself soldiers
street n-gg-s comin up slangin straight bolders
too much d-ck to swallow got yo -ss about to choke
when i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin c-ke
f-ck that my m-th-f-ckin d-ck weighs a ton
i see you b-tch n-gg-s wanna run uh,
chorus;
ren’s rap verse 3
these n-gg-s ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx
shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox
clone n-gg-s created them all like yakube
wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube
cacky suits n-gg-s permed the f-ck up
in eighty seven it’s cool in ninety seven burn the f-ck up
west coast full a droughts wit no clout
most of yall m-th-f-ckas don’t know what yall talkin bout
got n-gg-s drinkin ya poison like jim jones
villain be shippin gold in three m-th-f-ckin time zones
but the villain residin on fault lines
amaeture n-gg-s thought they could duck but caught mine
right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips
hooked up wit this n-gg- from the bay to stack chips
big thangs reedit that sh-t i be the fattest
black m-th-f-cka real n-gg- status uh

- mc ren lyrics

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