* (NOT Cash Money -- MC Ren's brother)
My n***** 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****** 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*****' 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***** 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****** 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*****
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***********' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy a** n**** makin' m************ fall
A n**** from the streets hangin' in the f*****' hall
I place where we smoke bud and n***** get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren s***
Now everybody chillin' and the b****** gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my a** hole like a f*****' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my n**** Juvy
Headin' downstairs my n***** 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*********** we can thump
Or get a f*****' 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*****' 9 and your clip
And let these m************ know what's up on the Whole Click
My n***** 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****** 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*****' 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***** 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****** 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*****
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***********' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy a** n**** makin' m************ fall
A n**** from the streets hangin' in the f*****' hall
I place where we smoke bud and n***** get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren s***
Now everybody chillin' and the b****** gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my a** hole like a f*****' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my n**** Juvy
Headin' downstairs my n***** 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*********** we can thump
Or get a f*****' 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*****' 9 and your clip
And let these m************ know what's up on the Whole Click