[Skit]
[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a
[Verse 1]
This n***a be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got German millimeters n***a, f** a fight
Cause n***as 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***as get f**ed like a ho
But be outta work like that n***a Arsenio
Cause n***as 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***as what the f** ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
Cause n***as on the corner sellin' sh** out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n***as sit back and relax
While I f** it up bustin' on them tight a** tracks
Yeah, you n***as know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my n***as behind me
Still the same n***a
[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a
[Verse 2]
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***as 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***as 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***as out
With the sh** that's droppin' out my mouth
Cause I'm still the same n***a
[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a
[Verse 3]
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 LA
f** the radio and they format
I got b**h made n***a k**a wrote on my doormat
So n***as 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***as 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***as in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n***a
[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a