Live From Compton 'saturday Night' Lyrics - Mc Ren

Yeah, who dis? 

Yo, this Hutch man, oh, what's up? 

What up nigga, what's happenin'? Yeah, check this out 

I ain't even in right now, ah, so leave a message at the beap 

I'll get back, peace, yo what's up man, it's me, man 

Pick up the phone, nigga 

It's Hutch man, what's up? 

Hey, what's up dog? Hey nigga what time is, man? 

Hey, I don't know, man, I'm just sayin' man, I was just callin' 

To see what's poppin', man, what's goin' down 

Nigga I'm about to rest, dog 

Aww, man Saturday n shit and you talkin' about rest? 

Man, what you talkin' about 

I was at that motherfuckin' studio nigga, all night 

Man let's go get some 40s, bitches, somethin' man, do somethin' 

Hey, hey, fuck, what you gonna do 

Aw, aw it's like Ren, Ren what's up? 

Aw nigga, gonna hang up on a nigga, 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 

Niggaz 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-niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

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

Every time 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, niggaz 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 tech Ren, so I can show 'em 

That I'm not to be trusted and not to be fucked with 

And definitely 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 niggaz 

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

Rollin' down the street in my 4 5 0 

Throwin' wack niggaz shit out my window 

'Cause rarely do I see niggaz 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' niggaz go and act crazy again 

Niggaz be fuckin' fools for the hell of it 

Some down old niggaz better not come this way 

'Cause I just don't give a fuck 

'Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode 

Bitch slappin' niggaz 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 niggaz come and get your ass 

Then me and my niggaz beat up on that ass 

'Cause me and my niggaz, nigga love the creep 

When the shit gets deep, it gets deep