"hey pull over there dawg them my n***az over there"
"aight"
"what up n***az? y'all seen that punk a** n***a ren?"
"yeah that n***a came through yesterday"
"y'all seen that n***a video?"
"na, i ain't seen that n***a's sh** yet man"
"man, that n***a's sh** whack any way, aight dawg"
"aight n***a"
"hey n***a put this in"
"though you didn't like that n***a, man why you always listenin' to his sh**"
"'cause n***a, i'm on his nuts fool, just turn that sh** up"
"man pa** me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'?"
"yeah, so, we be there in a minute"
"hey man, turn on the tv"
"yeah n***a roll up that weed"
"fool, you got some papers?"
"yeah it's in the room on the dresser"
"hey man i don't see 'em"
"hey man look in the closet"
"oh!! damn n***a, what the f** you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the f** outta me, wha**up?"
[bang!!!]
(chorus)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (yo, i'm still the same n***a)
This n***a be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters n***a, f** a fight
'cause n***az don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' a** on the spot
'cause b**h made n***az get f**ed like a ho
But be outta work like that n***a arsenio
'cause n***az be talkin' sh** 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 p**y a** n***az what the f** ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when i rock
'cause n***az on the corner sellin' sh** out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n***az sit back and relax
While i f** it up bustin' on them tight a** tracks
Yeah, you n***az know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in compton with my n***az behind me
Still the same n***a
(chorus)
I used to be a magician, but a n***a gave up tricks
'cause my a**istance was f**in' too many dicks
So i start my mission, leave my residence
f** it, n***a makin' dead presidents
But n***az 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 sh** is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that sh**, and it's on
'cause i can get rocky like sylvester stallone
n***az shootin' stones, motherf** 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 n***a chokin' like i mad fly
I'm still takin' n***az out
With the sh** that's droppin' out my mouth
'cause, i'm still the same n***a
(chorus)
Yeah minute you win it, a n***a ain't a loser
It's a black n***a hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a n***a in a chevy
'cause my motherf**in' sh** is so heavy
Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
When i'm rollin' in the 4-54 in l.a.
f** the radio and they format
I got b**h made n***a k**a wrote on my doormat
So n***az don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and i'm mad as hell
'cause i break god damn necks with my rhymes
n***az in the street don't wanna f** with mine
Devil's be askin' what i did
Tell 'em i make funky a** records, plus i built pyramids
But n***az in the streets i'm a good fella
In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n***a
(chorus)