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MC Ren - Still the Same Nigga lyrics
"hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there" "aight" "what up niggaz?yall seen that punk ass nigga ren? " "yeah that nigga came through yesterday" "yall seen that nigga video? " "na, I aint seen that niggas shit yet man" "man, that niggas shit whack any way, aight dawg" "aight nigga" "hey nigga put this in" "though you didnt like that nigga, man why you always listenin to his shit" "cause nigga, Im on his nuts fool, just turn that shit up" "man pass me the phone, yeah man whats happenin? " "yeah, so, we be there in a minute" "hey man, turn on the tv" "yeah nigga roll up that weed" "fool, you got some papers? " "yeah its in the room on the dresser" "hey man I dont see em" "hey man look in the closet" "oh!! damn nigga, what the fuck you doin in the closet, fool? Scared the fuck outta me, whassup? " [bang!!!] (chorus)(repeated) And check it out yall (yo, Im still the same nigga) This nigga be creepin on fools all day and night I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight cause niggaz dont scrap no mo, thats a no no Fools get hot, they shoot yo ass on the spot cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho But be outta work like that nigga arsenio cause niggaz be talkin shit behind my back Wishin they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack I aint from ohio, but Im a player So pussy ass niggaz what the fuck ya gotta say a Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock cause niggaz on the corner sellin shit out the ziplock Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax While I fuck it up bustin on them tight ass tracks Yeah, you niggaz know where you can find me Im kickin back in compton with my niggaz behind me Still the same nigga (chorus) 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 niggaz be wantin they hands in my pocket say gimme For a penny, all they feelin is the jimmy Like rick james Im bustin out on the funk Nothin up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk But dont make me bop that shit, and its on cause I can get rocky like sylvester stallone Niggaz shootin stones, motherfuck a sly If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye Then youll be in a deep sleep So bring the band by, cause nigga chokin like I mad fly Im still takin niggaz out With the shit thats droppin out my mouth cause, Im still the same nigga (chorus) Yeah minute you win it, a nigga aint a loser Its 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 Im rollin in the 4-54 in l.a. Fuck the radio and they format I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat So niggaz dont ring my bell I gotta bad attitude and Im mad as hell cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes Niggaz in the street dont wanna fuck with mine Devils be askin what I did Tell em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids But niggaz in the streets Im a good fella In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella Still the same nigga (chorus) |
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