"Hey pull over there dawg them my n***** over there"
"Aight"
"What up n*****? Y'all seen that punk a** n**** Ren?"
"Yeah that n**** came through yesterday"
"Y'all seen that n**** video?"
"Na, I ain't seen that n****'s s*** yet man"
"Man, that n****'s s*** whack any way, aight dawg"
"Aight n****"
"Hey n**** put this in"
"Though you didn't like that n****, man why you always listenin' to his s***"
"'Cause n****, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that s*** up"
"Man pass me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'?"
"Yeah, so, we be there in a minute"
"Hey man, turn on the TV"
"Yeah n**** 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!! d*** n****, what the f*** you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the f*** outta me, whassup?"
[BANG!!!]
(CHORUS)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same n****)
This n**** be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters n****, f*** a fight
'Cause n***** don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' a** on the spot
'Cause b**** made n***** get f***** like a ho
But be outta work like that n**** a***nio
'Cause n***** be talkin' s*** 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**** a** n***** what the f*** ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
'Cause n***** on the corner sellin' s*** out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n***** sit back and relax
While I f*** it up bustin' on them tight a** tracks
Yeah, you n***** know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my n***** behind me
Still the same n****
(CHORUS)
I used to be a magician, but a n**** gave up tricks
'Cause my a**istance was f*****' too many d***s
So I start my mission, leave my residence
f*** it, n**** makin' dead presidents
But n***** 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 s*** is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that s***, and it's on
'Cause I can get rocky like Sylvester Stallone
n***** shootin' stones, m********* 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**** chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' n***** out
With the s*** that's droppin' out my mouth
'Cause, I'm still the same n****
(CHORUS)
Yeah minute you win it, a n**** ain't a loser
It's a black n**** hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a n**** in a Chevy
'Cause my m***********' s*** 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**** made n**** killa wrote on my doormat
So n***** don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
'Cause I break God d*** necks with my rhymes
n***** 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***** in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n****
(CHORUS)
"Aight"
"What up n*****? Y'all seen that punk a** n**** Ren?"
"Yeah that n**** came through yesterday"
"Y'all seen that n**** video?"
"Na, I ain't seen that n****'s s*** yet man"
"Man, that n****'s s*** whack any way, aight dawg"
"Aight n****"
"Hey n**** put this in"
"Though you didn't like that n****, man why you always listenin' to his s***"
"'Cause n****, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that s*** up"
"Man pass me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'?"
"Yeah, so, we be there in a minute"
"Hey man, turn on the TV"
"Yeah n**** 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!! d*** n****, what the f*** you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the f*** outta me, whassup?"
[BANG!!!]
(CHORUS)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same n****)
This n**** be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters n****, f*** a fight
'Cause n***** don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' a** on the spot
'Cause b**** made n***** get f***** like a ho
But be outta work like that n**** a***nio
'Cause n***** be talkin' s*** 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**** a** n***** what the f*** ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
'Cause n***** on the corner sellin' s*** out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n***** sit back and relax
While I f*** it up bustin' on them tight a** tracks
Yeah, you n***** know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my n***** behind me
Still the same n****
(CHORUS)
I used to be a magician, but a n**** gave up tricks
'Cause my a**istance was f*****' too many d***s
So I start my mission, leave my residence
f*** it, n**** makin' dead presidents
But n***** 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 s*** is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that s***, and it's on
'Cause I can get rocky like Sylvester Stallone
n***** shootin' stones, m********* 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**** chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' n***** out
With the s*** that's droppin' out my mouth
'Cause, I'm still the same n****
(CHORUS)
Yeah minute you win it, a n**** ain't a loser
It's a black n**** hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a n**** in a Chevy
'Cause my m***********' s*** 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**** made n**** killa wrote on my doormat
So n***** don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
'Cause I break God d*** necks with my rhymes
n***** 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***** in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n****
(CHORUS)