| Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my niggas over there
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| Guy 2: Alright
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| Guy 1: What up niggas, y’all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?
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| Guy 3: Yeah, that nigga came through yesterday
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| Guy 1: Y’all seen that nigga’s video?
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| Guy 3: Nah, I ain’t seen that nigga’s shit man
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| Guy 1: Man that nigga’s shit wack anyway. |
| Alright dog
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| Guy 3: Alright nigga
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| Guy 1: Hey nigga, put this in
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| Guy 2: I thought you didn’t like that nigga, why you always listen to his shit?
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| Guy 1: Cause nigga, I’m on his nuts fool. |
| Just turn this shit up
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| Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, «Yeah man whats happening? |
| Yeah Imma be there in
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| a minute»
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| Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV
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| Guy 2: Yeah nigga, roll up that weed
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| Guy 1: Fool you got some papers
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| Guy 2: Yeah it’s in the room on the dresser
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| Guy 1: Ah damn… Hey man I don’t see them
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| Guy 2: Hey man look in the closet
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| Guy 1: Oh damn nigga, what the fuck you doing in the closet fool?
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| Scared the fuck out of me, whats up?
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| And check it out y’all
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| 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 German millimeters nigga, fuck a fight
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| Cause niggas 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 niggas get fucked like a ho
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| But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
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| Cause niggas 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 niggas what the fuck ya gotta say, uhh
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| Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
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| Cause niggas on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock
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| Uh, but me and my niggas 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 niggas know where you can find me
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| I’m kickin' back in Compton with my niggas behind me
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| Still the same nigga
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| And check it out y’all
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| Yo, I’m still the same nigga
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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 niggas 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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| Niggas 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' niggas 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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| And check it out y’all
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| Yo, I’m still the same nigga
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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 LA
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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 niggas 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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| Niggas 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 niggas 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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| And check it out y’all
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| Yo, I’m still the same nigga |