Live From Compton 'Saturday Night' - MC Ren

MC Ren: Yeah, who’s this?

Hutch: Yo what’s happening, it’s Hutch, what’s up dog?

MC Ren: What up niggga, what’s happening?

Hutch: Yo what’s happening man?

MC Ren: Yeah check this out, I ain’t even in right now, leave a message after

the beep.

I’ll get back, peace

Hutch: Yo what’s up man, it’s me man, pick up the phone nigga, it’s Hutch man,

what’s up?

MC Ren: Ey what’s up dog?

Hutch: What’s up?

MC Ren: Nigga, what time is it man?

Hutch: Hell I don’t know man, I’m just saying man, I was calling to see what’s

popping, what’s going down man?

MC Ren: Nigga, I’m about to rest dog

Hutch: Man it’s Saturday and shit, and you talking about rest

MC Ren: Man I’ve been in the motherfucking studio up all night nigga

Hutch: Man fuck that studio, let’s get to some parties, bitches

MC Ren: Ey, ey fuck what you going through dog

Hutch: Ah, ah Ren, Ren what’s up, ah, nigga hang up on a nigga and shit

Come on and step on in, no turnin back

While I drop shit that have your mind turnin black

Nigga I break God damn necks, when I drop verses

And blind your sight, from the shit that I recite

Live from Compton it’s Saturday night

But ain’t no joke, cause I don’t play that shit

Niggas you know I ain’t no motherfuckin comic

Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigga Islamic

Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck

But that shit don’t be workin

When I’m rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel

For real, and bitch-made-niggas get they caps peeled

When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe

As if you didn’t know, now that you know nigga act like you knew

And if you continue trippin, motherfuck you

I’m walkin with my niggas

With the help of 187 on this tight ass track

So step the hell back, and you can’t afford to sleep

Because my shit gets deep

Ok, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the fullest

Everytime that I’m spit, get’cha lit

Get’cha lifted, get’cha high as you wanna go

Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold

Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers

I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers

On the real, niggas be wanna Free Kick It pass

So they can beat your shit, and jack your ass

I give em 187 times to try

But on the real, they better off committin suicide

Slide me the TEC Ren, so I can show 'em

That I’m not to be trusted, and not to be fucked with

And definately not that motherfucker

They wanna press they luck with

I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough

I shoot they whole fuckin set up

And don’t say I didn’t warn ya

It ain’t funny, when you be a victim by the corner

187 be the gate keeper

Cause where I’m from, the shit gets deeper

My shit gets backed up for days and days

It’s hard to sleep, my shit is too deep

Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new niggas

That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain’t put out shit yet

Rollin down the street in my 4−5-0

Throwin wack niggas shit out my window

Cause rarely do I see niggas that be comin with that funky ass shit

That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga down

But here comes that black nigga that they call Ren

Makin niggas go and act crazy again

Niggas be fuckin fools for the hell of it

Some down old niggas better not come this way

Cause I just don’t give a fuck

Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode

Bitch slappin niggas with my fist

Cause I insist I’m a hell of a lyricist

But my roots in the street

Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats

Me and my niggas come and get your ass

Then me and my niggas beat up on that ass

Cause me and my niggas, nigga, love the creep

When the shit gets deep, it gets deep