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Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my niggas over there
Guy 2: Alright
Guy 1: What up niggas, y’all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?
Guy 3: Yeah, that nigga came through yesterday
Guy 1: Y’all seen that nigga’s video?
Guy 3: Nah, I ain’t seen that nigga’s shit man
Guy 1: Man that nigga’s shit wack anyway. Alright dog
Guy 3: Alright nigga
Guy 1: Hey nigga, put this in Guy 2: I thought you didn’t like that nigga, why you always listen to his shit?
Guy 1: Cause nigga, I’m on his nuts fool. Just turn this shit up Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, «Yeah man whats happening? Yeah Imma be there in a minute»
Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV
Guy 2: Yeah nigga, roll up that weed
Guy 1: Fool you got some papers
Guy 2: Yeah it’s in the room on the dresser
Guy 1: Ah damn… Hey man I don’t see them
Guy 2: Hey man look in the closet
Guy 1: Oh damn nigga, what the fuck you doing in the closet fool?
Scared the fuck out of me, whats up?
And check it out y’all
Yo, I’m still the same nigga
This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got German millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
Cause niggas don’t scrap no mo', that’s a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
Cause bitch made niggas get fucked like a ho But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
Cause niggas be talkin' shit behind my back
Wishin' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack
I ain’t from Ohio, but I’m a player
So pussy ass niggas what the fuck ya gotta say a Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
Cause niggas on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my niggas sit back and relax
While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggas know where you can find me
I’m kickin' back in Compton with my niggas behind me Still the same nigga
And check it out y’all
Yo, I’m still the same nigga
I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
Cause my assistance was fuckin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Fuck it, nigga makin' dead presidents
But niggas be wantin' they hands in my pocket say gimme
For a penny, all they feelin' is the jimmy
Like Rick James I’m bustin' out on the funk
Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk
But don’t make me bop that shit, and it’s on Cause I can get Rocky like Sylvester Stallone
Niggas shootin' stones, motherfuck a sly
If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye
Then you’ll be in a deep sleep
So bring the band by, cause nigga chokin' like I mad fly
I’m still takin' niggas out
With the shit that’s droppin' out my mouth
Cause I’m still the same nigga
And check it out y’all
Yo, I’m still the same nigga
Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain’t a loser
It’s a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a nigga in a Chevy
Cause my motherfuckin' shit is so heavy
Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
When I’m rollin' in the 4−54 in LA
Fuck the radio and they format
I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat
So niggas don’t ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I’m mad as hell
Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
Niggas in the street don’t wanna fuck with mine
Devil’s be askin' what I did
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
But niggas in the streets I’m a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same nigga
And check it out y’all
Yo, I’m still the same nigga
