Mc Ren - Mr. Fuck Up Şarkı Sözleri

Mc Ren şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Mr. Fuck Up şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Mc Ren - Mr. Fuck Up Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 4 Aralık 2014 Perşembe tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

* (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