Who In The f*ck lyrics

[Verse 1: MJG]
A natural fact, that I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes, it's leaking town
My lines blow your mind, your senses remain puzzled
You're trying to give me props, but you can't, your mouth muzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass, in your chest
8Ball, MJG, MC Ren, nevertheless
Cause we's the most
My real-ass lizards, let's make a toast
And single out the bustas and force them to get ghost
And coast to coast
We shows loves in network
While some try to impress people, and get hurt
Deep thoughts cloud my conscience as I curl
Up in the corner on hand, and then I hurl
Call my girl, tell her I'm drunk and can't make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar and couldn't take it
That's all right cause come sunrise, I'm still rolling
My nuts the only title I'm claiming and still holding

[Hook: MC Ren]
Now who in the f*ck wanna come and represent?
You b*tch ass n*ggas y'all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass, down to the south
b*tches wanna f*ck me while I'm in the Suave House
n*gga, who in the f*ck wanna come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that di*k, acting too hesitant
We, MJG, Eightball, Villain, make that straight n*gga sh*t
That's how these n*ggas feeling
[8Ball]
Guess wo popped up straight up out the cuts
With lyrical buckshots spilling all a n*gga guts
Touch whoever witness strays when I displays
A thousand different ways to get paid with a phrase
Days go by, I be hibernating getting high
Dreaming about L.A., penetrating something fly
Down in H-Town, or somewhere in the Mound
All eyes on me baby, cause I get around
We be like, connected weak-ass n*ggas get ejected
Ooze like slime dig this hines when we wreck sh*t
Uncut, coast to coast, slanging audio dope
Mangling MCs, leaving them, dangling from ropes
Boast, trying to be doper than most in my profession
Me and the villain, microphone killing - no blood spilling
Phat raps with much cheddar in the tellers
8Ball and MJG and MC Ren forever

[Hook]

[MC Ren]
f*ck that, b*tches, the villain be out in Houston, Tex.,
To f*ck with them n*ggas from Suave, who wanna flex
b*tch n*ggas got kidnapped with di*ks in they mouth
For f*cking Compton n*ggas, and n*ggas from down South
8Ball, MJG, where you at Space age-ing
Y'all probably got all the b*tches paging
Sucking casian, writing left nuts, chapstick and lips
While b*tch-ass n*ggas spending chips, just to see the hips
South-West connection, b*tches bow the f*ck down
f*ck how them other n*ggas sound
Villain be hated by n*ggas because they b*tches pussies throb
Ready to slap that ho every time a head bob
n*ggas be killing me, got that n*gga T-Mix
Pull the f*cking remix
If these words don't hurt you, n*gga, got them stones and sticks
And some Compton-ass n*ggas, to make you fade to black
With some crazy Houston n*ggas in the cut in the back
[Hook]