ten years m****f****'z, these bomb a** raps hooked up wit ant banks
made the bay bridge collapse ren's rap[voice]
b****** 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****f***in compton n***** got them true riders
industry full a s*** make a n**** shake spots
these m****f***in clones bitin bone and pac
f*** magazines i get five mics who the source
wit all this street s*** my n***** took it by force
ten years ago the villain revealin a new text
guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks
broke off to s** real n***** dont die
n**** thinkin you the s*** cause ya homie lie
chorus[all you b**** a** n***** wanna ride wit me
knowin d*** well you cant come inside wit me
now the villain is back again who is it
the black n**** that they call reeeeen
ren's rap verse 2
b****** be havin signs readin ren come and f***
villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin
hands off controllin they minds like remotes
compton n***** be shovin they d***s down them deep throats
i'm compton most wanted like eight and chill
f*** the radio and the b**** dianna still
we dont be givin a f*** like n***** shermed up
heard i was f***** wit banks got yo a** turned up
lyrically i cant be f***** wit wit a pen
b****** be sayin they p**** hurt again by that n**** ren
i n****fied like them do foself soldiers
street n***** comin up slangin straight bolders
too much d*** to swallow got yo a** about to choke
when i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin c**e
f*** that my m****f***in d*** weighs a ton
i see you b**** n***** wanna run uh,
chorus;
ren's rap verse 3
these n***** ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx
shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox
clone n***** created them all like yakube
wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube
cacky suits n***** permed the f*** up
in eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the f*** up
west coast full a droughts wit no clout
most of yall m****f****s dont know what yall talkin bout
got n***** drinkin ya poison like jim jones
villain be shippin gold in three m****f***in time zones
but the villain residin on fault lines
amaeture n***** thought they could duck but caught mine
right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips
hooked up wit this n**** from the bay to stack chips
big thangs reedit that s*** i be the fattest
black m****f**** real n**** status uh
made the bay bridge collapse ren's rap[voice]
b****** 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****f***in compton n***** got them true riders
industry full a s*** make a n**** shake spots
these m****f***in clones bitin bone and pac
f*** magazines i get five mics who the source
wit all this street s*** my n***** took it by force
ten years ago the villain revealin a new text
guaranteed legendary endorsin big checks
broke off to s** real n***** dont die
n**** thinkin you the s*** cause ya homie lie
chorus[all you b**** a** n***** wanna ride wit me
knowin d*** well you cant come inside wit me
now the villain is back again who is it
the black n**** that they call reeeeen
ren's rap verse 2
b****** be havin signs readin ren come and f***
villain be meditatin have the trick feel we matin
hands off controllin they minds like remotes
compton n***** be shovin they d***s down them deep throats
i'm compton most wanted like eight and chill
f*** the radio and the b**** dianna still
we dont be givin a f*** like n***** shermed up
heard i was f***** wit banks got yo a** turned up
lyrically i cant be f***** wit wit a pen
b****** be sayin they p**** hurt again by that n**** ren
i n****fied like them do foself soldiers
street n***** comin up slangin straight bolders
too much d*** to swallow got yo a** about to choke
when i nut yo face creamy white like you sniffin c**e
f*** that my m****f***in d*** weighs a ton
i see you b**** n***** wanna run uh,
chorus;
ren's rap verse 3
these n***** ridiculous makin me laugh like jamie foxx
shackin wit they mommas actin like they fort knox
clone n***** created them all like yakube
wonderin why they gettin booed imitatin icecube
cacky suits n***** permed the f*** up
in eighty seven its cool in ninety seven burn the f*** up
west coast full a droughts wit no clout
most of yall m****f****s dont know what yall talkin bout
got n***** drinkin ya poison like jim jones
villain be shippin gold in three m****f***in time zones
but the villain residin on fault lines
amaeture n***** thought they could duck but caught mine
right jabs and bruce lee kicks and back flips
hooked up wit this n**** from the bay to stack chips
big thangs reedit that s*** i be the fattest
black m****f**** real n**** status uh