Mc Ren - Still The Same n***a lyrics

"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)