[Intro: MC Ren]
John-motherf**in-Doe, live for you, motherf**ers
We got John Doe in the house tonight
That motherf**er just came back from off tour
And he gon' tell all y'all punk b**hes
A little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
This sh** is f**ed up, hoes tryin' to have the n***a set up
b**h wear my drawers
You scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't f**in' with yours
f** the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's
We the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's
I'm sick of the homey, and f** nine to five's
In hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no n***as even fightin' with knives
No dialogues cut you down to sizes
Have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint
If she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint
It's f**ed up how we brought up
Put the n***a on the bottom and then you make him catch up
n***as out here ain't givin' the f**
Tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks s**ed
It's the Villain, Chip and Rocc
You b**h a** gay n***as need to stop......
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more
This is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
Since 12 I've been a young thug juvi'
My life, is like old black street buvie
Big booties, d**, alcohol straps
The good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks
Junky-Ass-Cops, crooked a** that crackin' the ground
But dope'll never found
So why in the f** would you pull me over
"because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover"
Or in my four, hittin' corners on switches
Mad cause I got a car low, full of b**hes
My style is different, n***a pay attention
Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin'
Some n***as is bloodin, some n***as is cribin'
Some n***as all about the green, some pimpin'
Some hit you with the beam for no reason
365 westcoast k**in' season.......
[Chorus: MC Ren]
Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more
This is "John Doe, John Doe"
[Verse 3: Chip Dirty]
"n***as" what you're claimin'
"n***as" sound the same and
"n***as" runnin' games and
"n***as" entertainin'
"n***as" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me
Same n***as ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be
Bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs
My n***as do super d**, in hood for super loves
While you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps
Keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat
You wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming"
Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget
We the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files
John Doe got f**in' styles
So, write it down, remember it, take a picture
I gives the f**
My n***as is quick to get with you
Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna
If you was a buster, bend the corner........
[Chorus: MC Ren X3]
Who bring the street sh** n***a you know "John Doe, John Doe"
Keep it Guerrilla my n***a f** the Radio "John Doe, John Doe"
These n***as out suffering, f** the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"
n***as ain't falling for your sh** no more
This is "John Doe, John Doe"