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mc ren - still the same nigga lyrics

“hey pull over there dawg them my n-gg-z over there”
“aight”
“what up n-gg-z? y’all seen that punk -ss n-gg- ren? ”
“yeah that n-gg- came through yesterday”
“y’all seen that n-gg- video? ”
“na, i ain’t seen that n-gg-‘s sh-t yet man”
“man, that n-gg-‘s sh-t whack any way, aight dawg”
“aight n-gg-”

“hey n-gg- put this in”
“though you didn’t like that n-gg-, man why you always listenin’ to his sh-t”
“’cause n-gg-, i’m on his nuts fool, just turn that sh-t up”
“man p-ss me the phone, yeah man what’s happenin’? ”
“yeah, so, we be there in a minute”

“hey man, turn on the tv”
“yeah n-gg- 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-mn n-gg-, what the f–k you doin’ in the closet, fool?
scared the f–k outta me, wh-ssup? ”
(bang!)

(chorus)(repeated)
and check it out y’all (yo, i’m still the same n-gg-)

this n-gg- be creepin’ on fools all day and night
i got determined millimeters n-gg-, f–k a fight
’cause n-gg-z don’t scr-p no mo’, that’s a no no
fools get hot, they shoot yo’ -ss on the spot
’cause b-tch made n-gg-z get f–ked like a ho
but be outta work like that n-gg- -rs-nio
’cause n-gg-z 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 p-ssy -ss n-gg-z what the f–k ya gotta say a
poppa gotta brand new bag when i rock
’cause n-gg-z on the corner sellin’ sh-t out the ziplock
uh, but me and my n-gg-z sit back and relax
while i f–k it up bustin’ on them tight -ss tracks
yeah, you n-gg-z know where you can find me
i’m kickin’ back in compton with my n-gg-z behind me

still the same n-gg-

(chorus)

i used to be a magician, but a n-gg- gave up tricks
’cause my -ssistance was f–kin’ too many d-cks
so i start my mission, leave my residence
f–k it, n-gg- makin’ dead presidents
but n-gg-z 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-gg-z shootin’ stones, motherf–k 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-gg- chokin’ like i mad fly
i’m still takin’ n-gg-z out
with the sh-t that’s droppin’ out my mouth
’cause, i’m still the same n-gg-

(chorus)

yeah minute you win it, a n-gg- ain’t a loser
it’s a black n-gg- hittin’ corners on a beach cruiser
or you might catch a n-gg- in a chevy
’cause my motherf–kin’ sh-t 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–k the radio and they format
i got b-tch made n-gg- killa wrote on my doormat
so n-gg-z don’t ring my bell
i gotta bad att-tude and i’m mad as h-ll
’cause i break god d-mn necks with my rhymes
n-gg-z in the street don’t wanna f–k with mine
devil’s be askin’ what i did
tell ’em i make funky -ss records, plus i built pyramids
but n-gg-z in the streets i’m a good fella
in the trench like gotti, and the umbrella
still the same n-gg-

(chorus)

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