Still The Same n*gga lyrics

by

Above the Law


[Skit]
Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my n*ggas over there
Guy 2: Alright
*Car pulls over*
Guy 1: What up n*ggas, y'all seen that punk ass n*gga Ren?
Guy 3: Yeah, that n*gga came through yesterday
Guy 1: Y'all seen that n*gga's video?
Guy 3: Nah, I ain't seen that n*gga's sh*t man
Guy 1: Man that n*gga's sh*t wack anyway. Alright dog
Guy 3: Alright n*gga
*Back in the car*
Guy 1: Hey n*gga, put this in
Guy 2: I thought you didn't like that n*gga, why you always listen to his sh*t?
Guy 1: Cause n*gga, I'm on his nuts fool. Just turn this sh*t up
Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, "Yeah man whats happening? Yeah Imma be there in a minute"
*Back in the house*
Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV
Guy 2: Yeah n*gga, roll up that weed
Guy 1: Fool you got some papers
Guy 2: Yeah it's in the room on the dresser
Guy 1: Ah damn... Hey man I don't see them
Guy 2: Hey man look in the closet
Guy 1: Oh damn n*gga, what the f*ck you doing in the closet fool? Scared the f*ck out of me, whats up?
* Shot fired*

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n*gga

[Verse 1]
This n*gga be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got German millimeters n*gga, f*ck a fight
Cause n*ggas don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
Cause b*tch made n*ggas get f*cked like a ho
But be outta work like that n*gga Arsenio
Cause n*ggas be talkin' sh*t 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 pus*y ass n*ggas what the f*ck ya gotta say, uhh
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
Cause n*ggas on the corner sellin' sh*t out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n*ggas sit back and relax
While I f*ck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you n*ggas know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my n*ggas behind me
Still the same n*gga

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n*gga

[Verse 2]
I used to be a magician, but a n*gga gave up tricks
Cause my assistance was f*ckin' too many di*ks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
f*ck it, n*gga makin' dead presidents
But n*ggas 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*t is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that sh*t, and it's on
Cause I can get Rocky like Sylvester Stallone
n*ggas shootin' stones, motherf*ck 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*gga chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' n*ggas out
With the sh*t that's droppin' out my mouth
Cause I'm still the same n*gga

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n*gga

[Verse 3]
Yeah minute you win it, a n*gga ain't a loser
It's a black n*gga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a n*gga in a Chevy
Cause my motherf*ckin' sh*t is so heavy
Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
When I'm rollin' in the 4-54 in LA
f*ck the radio and they format
I got b*tch made n*gga killa wrote on my doormat
So n*ggas 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*ggas in the street don't wanna f*ck with mine
Devil's be askin' what I did
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
But n*ggas in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n*gga

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n*gga

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