Mc Ren

"Hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there"
"Aight"
"What up niggaz? Yall seen that punk ass nigga Ren?"
"Yeah that nigga came through yesterday"
"Yall seen that nigga video?"
"Na, I aint seen that niggas shit yet man"
"Man, that niggas shit whack any way, aight dawg"
"Aight nigga"
"Hey nigga put this in"
"Though you didnt like that nigga, man why you always listenin to his shit"
"Cause nigga, Im on his nuts fool, just turn that shit up"
"Man pass me the phone, yeah man whats 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 its in the room on the dresser"
"Hey man I dont 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 yall (Yo, Im still the same nigga)
This nigga be creepin on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
Cause niggaz dont scrap no mo, thats a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo ass on the spot
Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
Cause niggaz be talkin shit behind my back
Wishin they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack
I aint from Ohio, but Im a player
So pussy ass niggaz what the fuck ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
Cause niggaz on the corner sellin shit out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax
While I fuck it up bustin on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz know where you can find me
Im kickin back in Compton with my niggaz behind me
Still the same nigga
(CHORUS)
I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
Cause my assistance was fuckin too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Fuck it, nigga makin dead presidents
But niggaz be wantin they hands in my pocket say gimme
For a penny, all they feelin is the jimmy
Like Rick James Im bustin out on the funk
Nothin up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk
But dont make me bop that shit, and its on
Cause I can get rocky like Sylvester Stallone
Niggaz shootin stones, motherfuck a sly
If I wanted to I could hit ya with my third eye
Then youll be in a deep sleep
So bring the band by, cause nigga chokin like I mad fly
Im still takin niggaz out
With the shit thats droppin out my mouth
Cause, Im still the same nigga
(CHORUS)
Yeah minute you win it, a nigga aint a loser
Its a black nigga hittin corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a nigga in a Chevy
Cause my motherfuckin shit is so heavy
Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play
When Im rollin in the 4-54 in L.A.
Fuck the radio and they format
I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat
So niggaz dont ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and Im mad as hell
Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
Niggaz in the street dont wanna fuck with mine
Devils be askin what I did
Tell em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
But niggaz in the streets Im a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same nigga
(CHORUS)
[ Still the Same Nigga Lyrics ]