My *****z call me Grinch and yes, I'm known to be a ***k up
Loaded clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so ***** feel my pockets with the dollar
'Cause they rock, keep the stock in a private prison parlor

Grinch, you did it, your black *** 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 damn click
I live like a mack and keep the *****es on my ****
You sorry sap sips, still hangin' on my ****

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 *** in the air
True checkin' done by the true ***kin' 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 damn, we got the end, we gettin' loot

Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm chillin' in the spot
My *****z call me Bishop when I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the *****es call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the ****

Yo the ***le's Mr. ***k Up, so I figure that I'm ***ked
Got no luck, ****, gotta go and earn a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my cannon
'Cause I'm a ***** with a mother***kin' gun master plannin'

I'm a crazy *** ***** makin' mother***kers fall
A ***** from the streets hangin' in the ***kin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and *****z get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren ****

Now everybody chillin' and the *****es gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my *** hole like a ***kin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my ***** Juvy

Headin' downstairs, my *****z 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 ***** 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, mother***ker, we can thump

Or get a ***kin' pump, put a hole in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bulletproof 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 ***kin' 9 and your clip
And let these mother***kers know what's up on the whole click