Текст песни MC Ren - Still the Same Nigga
MC Ren - Still the Same Nigga слова песни
"Hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there""Aight""What up niggaz? Y`all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?""Yeah that nigga came through yesterday""Y`all seen that nigga video?""Na, I ain`t seen that nigga`s shit yet man""Man, that nigga`s shit whack any way, aight dawg""Aight nigga""Hey nigga put this in""Though you didn`t like that nigga, man why you always listenin` to his shit""`Cause nigga, I`m on his nuts fool, just turn that shit 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 nigga 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 nigga, what the fuck you doin` in the closet, fool?Scared the fuck outta me, whassup?"[BANG!!!](CHORUS)(repeated)And check it out y`all (Yo, I`m still the same nigga)This nigga be creepin` on fools all day and nightI got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight`Cause niggaz don`t scrap no mo`, that`s a no noFools get hot, they shoot yo` ass on the spot`Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a hoBut be outta work like that nigga Arsenio`Cause niggaz be talkin` shit behind my backWishin` they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sackI ain`t from Ohio, but I`m a playerSo pussy ass niggaz what the fuck ya gotta say aPoppa gotta brand new bag when I rock`Cause niggaz on the corner sellin` shit out the ziplockUh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relaxWhile I fuck it up bustin` on them tight ass tracksYeah, you niggaz know where you can find meI`m kickin` back in Compton with my niggaz behind meStill the same nigga(CHORUS)I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks`Cause my assistance was fuckin` too many dicksSo I start my mission, leave my residenceFuck it, nigga makin` dead presidentsBut niggaz be wantin` they hands in my pocket say gimmeFor a penny, all they feelin` is the jimmyLike Rick James I`m bustin` out on the funkNothin` up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunkBut don`t make me bop that shit, and it`s on`Cause I can get rocky like Sylvester StalloneNiggaz shootin` stones, motherfuck a slyIf I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eyeThen you`ll be in a deep sleepSo bring the band by, `cause nigga chokin` like I mad flyI`m still takin` niggaz outWith the shit that`s droppin` out my mouth`Cause, I`m still the same nigga(CHORUS)Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain`t a loserIt`s a black nigga hittin` corners on a beach cruiserOr you might catch a nigga in a Chevy`Cause my motherfuckin` shit is so heavyRap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no playWhen I`m rollin` in the 4-54 in L.A.Fuck the radio and they formatI got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormatSo niggaz don`t ring my bellI gotta bad attitude and I`m mad as hell`Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymesNiggaz in the street don`t wanna fuck with mineDevil`s be askin` what I didTell `em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramidsBut niggaz in the streets I`m a good fellaIn the trench like Gotti, and the umbrellaStill the same nigga(CHORUS)