| 作词 : Banks, Patterson | |
| Ten years mutha*******a'z, these bomb ass raps hooked up wit ant banks | |
| Made the bay bridge collapse ren's rap[voice] | |
| ******* 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 | |
| Mutha****** compton *******s got them true riders | |
| Industry full a *******t make a ******* shake spots | |
| These mutha****** clones bitin bone and pac | |
| ******* magazines i get five mics who the source | |
| Wit all this street *******t my *******s took it by force | |
| Ten years ago the villain revealin a new text | |
| Guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks | |
| Broke off to sex real *******s dont die | |
| ******* thinkin you the *******t cause ya homie lie | |
| Chorus[all you ******* ass *******s wanna ride wit me | |
| Knowin damn well you cant come inside wit me | |
| Now the villain is back again who is it | |
| The black ******* that they call reeeeen | |
| Ren's rap verse 2 | |
| ******* be havin signs readin ren come and ******* | |
| Villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin | |
| Hands off controllin they minds like remotes | |
| Compton *******s be shovin they *******s down them deep throats | |
| I'm compton most wanted like eight and chill | |
| ******* the radio and the ******* dianna still | |
| We dont be givin a ******* like *******s shermed up | |
| Heard i was ****** wit banks got yo ass turned up | |
| Lyrically i cant be ****** wit wit a pen | |
| ******* be sayin they ******* hurt again by that ******* ren | |
| I *******fied like them do foself soldiers | |
| Street *******s comin up slangin straight bolders | |
| Too much ******* to swallow got yo ass about to choke | |
| When i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin coke | |
| ******* that my mutha****** ******* weighs a ton | |
| I see you ******* *******s wanna run uh, | |
| Chorus; | |
| Ren's rap verse 3 | |
| These *******s ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx | |
| Shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox | |
| Clone *******s created them all like yakube | |
| Wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube | |
| Cacky suits *******s permed the ******* up | |
| In eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the ******* up | |
| West coast full a droughts wit no clout | |
| Most of yall mutha*******as dont know what yall talkin bout | |
| Got *******s drinkin ya poison like jim jones | |
| Villain be *******ppin gold in three mutha****** time zones | |
| But the villain residin on fault lines | |
| Amaeture *******s thought they could duck but caught mine | |
| Right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips | |
| Hooked up wit this ******* from the bay to stack chips | |
| Big thangs reedit that *******t i be the fattest | |
| Black mutha*******a real ******* status uh |
| zuo ci : Banks, Patterson | |
| Ten years mutha a' z, these bomb ass raps hooked up wit ant banks | |
| Made the bay bridge collapse ren' s rap voice | |
| 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 | |
| Mutha compton s got them true riders | |
| Industry full a t make a shake spots | |
| These mutha clones bitin bone and pac | |
| magazines i get five mics who the source | |
| Wit all this street t my s took it by force | |
| Ten years ago the villain revealin a new text | |
| Guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks | |
| Broke off to sex real s dont die | |
| thinkin you the t cause ya homie lie | |
| Chorus all you ass s wanna ride wit me | |
| Knowin damn well you cant come inside wit me | |
| Now the villain is back again who is it | |
| The black that they call reeeeen | |
| Ren' s rap verse 2 | |
| be havin signs readin ren come and | |
| Villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin | |
| Hands off controllin they minds like remotes | |
| Compton s be shovin they s down them deep throats | |
| I' m compton most wanted like eight and chill | |
| the radio and the dianna still | |
| We dont be givin a like s shermed up | |
| Heard i was wit banks got yo ass turned up | |
| Lyrically i cant be wit wit a pen | |
| be sayin they hurt again by that ren | |
| I fied like them do foself soldiers | |
| Street s comin up slangin straight bolders | |
| Too much to swallow got yo ass about to choke | |
| When i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin coke | |
| that my mutha weighs a ton | |
| I see you s wanna run uh, | |
| Chorus | |
| Ren' s rap verse 3 | |
| These s ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx | |
| Shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox | |
| Clone s created them all like yakube | |
| Wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube | |
| Cacky suits s permed the up | |
| In eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the up | |
| West coast full a droughts wit no clout | |
| Most of yall mutha as dont know what yall talkin bout | |
| Got s drinkin ya poison like jim jones | |
| Villain be ppin gold in three mutha time zones | |
| But the villain residin on fault lines | |
| Amaeture s thought they could duck but caught mine | |
| Right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips | |
| Hooked up wit this from the bay to stack chips | |
| Big thangs reedit that t i be the fattest | |
| Black mutha a real status uh |
| zuò cí : Banks, Patterson | |
| Ten years mutha a' z, these bomb ass raps hooked up wit ant banks | |
| Made the bay bridge collapse ren' s rap voice | |
| 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 | |
| Mutha compton s got them true riders | |
| Industry full a t make a shake spots | |
| These mutha clones bitin bone and pac | |
| magazines i get five mics who the source | |
| Wit all this street t my s took it by force | |
| Ten years ago the villain revealin a new text | |
| Guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks | |
| Broke off to sex real s dont die | |
| thinkin you the t cause ya homie lie | |
| Chorus all you ass s wanna ride wit me | |
| Knowin damn well you cant come inside wit me | |
| Now the villain is back again who is it | |
| The black that they call reeeeen | |
| Ren' s rap verse 2 | |
| be havin signs readin ren come and | |
| Villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin | |
| Hands off controllin they minds like remotes | |
| Compton s be shovin they s down them deep throats | |
| I' m compton most wanted like eight and chill | |
| the radio and the dianna still | |
| We dont be givin a like s shermed up | |
| Heard i was wit banks got yo ass turned up | |
| Lyrically i cant be wit wit a pen | |
| be sayin they hurt again by that ren | |
| I fied like them do foself soldiers | |
| Street s comin up slangin straight bolders | |
| Too much to swallow got yo ass about to choke | |
| When i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin coke | |
| that my mutha weighs a ton | |
| I see you s wanna run uh, | |
| Chorus | |
| Ren' s rap verse 3 | |
| These s ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx | |
| Shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox | |
| Clone s created them all like yakube | |
| Wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube | |
| Cacky suits s permed the up | |
| In eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the up | |
| West coast full a droughts wit no clout | |
| Most of yall mutha as dont know what yall talkin bout | |
| Got s drinkin ya poison like jim jones | |
| Villain be ppin gold in three mutha time zones | |
| But the villain residin on fault lines | |
| Amaeture s thought they could duck but caught mine | |
| Right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips | |
| Hooked up wit this from the bay to stack chips | |
| Big thangs reedit that t i be the fattest | |
| Black mutha a real status uh |
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