Hounddogz

[Verse 1] The year is '87 back in the 12th grade G When I used to hang with C H to the I P hanging in the halls Trying to get the young bitches riding my balls We got dissed cause we were jog' and kept to ourself shyo Because it's all about self We used to try to get the number and the name But back then - they wanted moterafuckers in the dope game We used to try to fuck with ho's In our graduating class there was no woman giving up the ass We go to a dance, we see ho's rolling eyes on my crew But what the fuck can I do? They wouldn't even give a nigga like me a chance though (why?) Because my feet was my transport You ask them to dance they start to riff And on the way home niggas never gave us a lift But now the tables turned around Every motherfucker and his mom would wanna be down I see the bitches at the clubs, the same ones They're thinking they're fine and also running the same line: "What's up Ren, we used to be in the same class" I'm shaking my head yeah, now listen to line ass They ask me what have I been up to Knowing damn well I made money for my record sales I sip on my drink and say see ya Cause only a four leg and pregnant mutt can be you A hounddog [Verse 2] People that used to hate me Now when they see me they speak first But used to down my raps cause I cursed They used to say I wouldn't make it cause I use profanity And call myself a Nigga With an Attitude But once again the tables turned around Niggas trying to be down - walking up like a hound Especially the ones that never had nothing to say Now they talk to me like enow and everyday Asking me what's up with Eazy Or Dr. Dre, yo did he marry Michel'le? Or did the D.O.C get his voice back And niggas think I'm mean when I say I'm not a magazine Cause when I come around I wanna kick it The ..... is asking me for concert tickets The same fools, that used to go to my school When you see my on the streets just chill and be cool So if you realy wanna be down - Don't crowd around a nigga like a hound You fucking hounddogs [Verse 3] The hounddogs, they come in all shapes and sizes Jacking around Ren with a gang of surprises Nothing but a groupie in sheep's clothing The shit makes me lough when the homies want an autograph I feel like I'm on a talkshow Because they ask all the questions then say they gotta go Never wanna know how I'm making out All they wanna know is when my album's comming out Or ask me - Yo Ren, when are you going on tour? I tell them the same time like I told you before Then there's always one begging for me to kick him down For pissing on my leg I never knew you you fucking hound So go back to your home and fetch your bone And quit retrieving on mine cause nigga you got your own And talk about me behind my back - nigga please So much of a hound, all you're missing is your flees Scratching all day because you're itching You're trying to get news wishing you was in my shoes But tripping like that you'd never be down Cause Ren don't likes a fucking hound You straight hounddog