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The year is 87'
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Back in the 12th grade G
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When I used to hang with CH to the IP hangin' in the halls
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Tryin' to get the young bitches ridin' my ballz
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We got dissed cuz we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo
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Because it's all about self
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We used to try to get the number and the name
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But back then - they wanted mothafuckaz in the dope game
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We used to try to fuck with ho's
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In our graduatin' class there was no woman givin' up the ass
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We go to a dance, we see ho's rollin' eyes on my crew,
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But what the fuck can I do?
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They would'nt even give a nigga like me a chance thou [why?]
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Because my feet was my transport
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You ax 'em to dance they start to riff
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And on the way home niggaz never gave us a lift
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But now the tables turned around
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Every mothafucka and his mom would wanna be down
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I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones
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They're thinkin' they're fine and also runnin' the same line :
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"What's up Ren, we used to be in the same class"
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I'm shakin' my head yeah, now listen to line ass
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They ax me what have I been up to,
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Knowin' damn well I made money for my record sales
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I zip on my drink and say see ya
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Cuz only a four leg and pregnant mud can be ya'
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People that used to hate me
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Now when they see me they speak first
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But used to demon raps cuz I cursed
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They used to say I would'nt make it cuz I use profanity
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And call myself a Nigga With an Attitude
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But once again the tables turned around
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Niggaz tryin' to be down - walkin' up like a hound
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Especially the ones that never had nothin' to say
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Now they talk to me like enow and everyday
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Axin' me what's up with Eazy
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Or Dr. Dre, yo did he marry Miss She'ly?
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Or did the D.O.C get his voice back,
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And niggaz think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine
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Cuz when I come around I wanna kick it
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The ..... is axin' me for concert tickets
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The same fools, that used to go to my school
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When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool
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So if you realy wanna be down -
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Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound!
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The hound-dogs, they come in all shapes n' sizes
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Jackin' 'round Ren with a gang o' surprises
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Nothin' but a groopy in sheep's clothin'
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The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph
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I feel like I'm on a talkshow
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Because they ax all the questions then say they gotta go
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Never wanna know how I'm makin' out
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All they wanna know is when my alboum's commin' out
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Or ax me - 'Yo Ren, when are you goin' on tour?'
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I tell 'em 'the same time like I told you before'
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Then there's always one beggin' for me to kick hm down
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For pissin' on my leg I never knew you you fuckin' hound!
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So go back to your home and fetch yo' bone
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And quit retrievin' on mine cuz nigga you got your own
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And talk about me behind my back - nigga please!
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So much of a hound, all you're missin' is your flees
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Scratchin' all day because you're itchin'
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You're tryin' to get news wishin' you was in my shoes
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But trippin' like that you'd never be down
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Cuz Ren don't likes a fuckin' hound -
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You straight hound-dog!
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Hounddogz
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Mc. Ren |