"Hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there"
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"Aight"
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"What up niggaz? Y'all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?"
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"Yeah that nigga came through yesterday"
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"Y'all seen that nigga video?"
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"Na, I ain't seen that nigga's shit yet man"
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"Man, that nigga's shit whack any way, aight dawg"
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"Aight nigga"
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"Hey nigga put this in"
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"Though you didn't like that nigga, man why you always listenin' to his shit"
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"'Cause nigga, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that shit up"
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"Man pass me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'?"
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"Yeah, so, we be there in a minute"
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"Hey man, turn on the TV"
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"Yeah nigga roll up that weed"
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"Fool, you got some papers?"
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"Yeah it's in the room on the dresser"
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"Hey man I don't see 'em"
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"Hey man look in the closet"
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"OH!! Damn nigga, what the fuck you doin' in the closet, fool?
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Scared the fuck outta me, whassup?"
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[BANG!!!]
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(CHORUS)(repeated)
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And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same nigga)
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This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night
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I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
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'Cause niggaz don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
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Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
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'Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho
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But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
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'Cause niggaz be talkin' shit behind my back
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Wishin' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack
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I ain't from Ohio, but I'm a player
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So pussy ass niggaz what the fuck ya gotta say a
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Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
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'Cause niggaz on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock
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Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax
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While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
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Yeah, you niggaz know where you can find me
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I'm kickin' back in Compton with my niggaz behind me
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Still the same nigga
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(CHORUS)
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I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
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'Cause my assistance was fuckin' too many dicks
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So I start my mission, leave my residence
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Fuck it, nigga makin' dead presidents
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But niggaz be wantin' they hands in my pocket say gimme
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For a penny, all they feelin' is the jimmy
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Like Rick James I'm bustin' out on the funk
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Nothin' up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk
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But don't make me bop that shit, and it's on
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'Cause I can get rocky like Sylvester Stallone
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Niggaz shootin' stones, motherfuck a sly
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If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye
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Then you'll be in a deep sleep
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So bring the band by, 'cause nigga chokin' like I mad fly
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I'm still takin' niggaz out
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With the shit that's droppin' out my mouth
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'Cause, I'm still the same nigga
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(CHORUS)
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Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain't a loser
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It's a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
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Or you might catch a nigga in a Chevy
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'Cause my motherfuckin' shit is so heavy
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Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
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When I'm rollin' in the 4-54 in L.A.
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Fuck the radio and they format
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I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat
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So niggaz don't ring my bell
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I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
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'Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
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Niggaz in the street don't wanna fuck with mine
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Devil's be askin' what I did
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Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
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But niggaz in the streets I'm a good fella
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In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
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Still the same nigga
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(CHORUS)
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Still the Same Nigga
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MC Ren |