Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still The Same Ni**a, artist - MC Ren. Album song The Villain In Black, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.04.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Villain Entertainment
Song language: English
Still The Same Ni**a |
Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my niggas over there |
Guy 2: Alright |
Guy 1: What up niggas, y’all seen that punk ass nigga Ren? |
Guy 3: Yeah, that nigga came through yesterday |
Guy 1: Y’all seen that nigga’s video? |
Guy 3: Nah, I ain’t seen that nigga’s shit man |
Guy 1: Man that nigga’s shit wack anyway. |
Alright dog |
Guy 3: Alright nigga |
Guy 1: Hey nigga, put this in |
Guy 2: I thought you didn’t like that nigga, why you always listen to his shit? |
Guy 1: Cause nigga, I’m on his nuts fool. |
Just turn this shit up |
Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, «Yeah man whats happening? |
Yeah Imma be there in |
a minute» |
Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV |
Guy 2: Yeah nigga, 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 nigga, what the fuck you doing in the closet fool? |
Scared the fuck out of me, whats up? |
And check it out y’all |
Yo, I’m still the same nigga |
This nigga be creepin' on fools all day and night |
I got German millimeters nigga, fuck a fight |
Cause niggas don’t scrap no mo', that’s a no no |
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot |
Cause bitch made niggas get fucked like a ho |
But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio |
Cause niggas be talkin' shit 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 pussy ass niggas what the fuck ya gotta say, uhh |
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock |
Cause niggas on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock |
Uh, but me and my niggas sit back and relax |
While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks |
Yeah, you niggas know where you can find me |
I’m kickin' back in Compton with my niggas behind me |
Still the same nigga |
And check it out y’all |
Yo, I’m still the same nigga |
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 niggas 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 shit is in the trunk |
But don’t make me bop that shit, and it’s on |
Cause I can get Rocky like Sylvester Stallone |
Niggas shootin' stones, motherfuck 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 nigga chokin' like I mad fly |
I’m still takin' niggas out |
With the shit that’s droppin' out my mouth |
Cause I’m still the same nigga |
And check it out y’all |
Yo, I’m still the same nigga |
Yeah minute you win it, a nigga ain’t a loser |
It’s 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 I’m rollin' in the 4−54 in LA |
Fuck the radio and they format |
I got bitch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat |
So niggas don’t ring my bell |
I gotta bad attitude and I’m mad as hell |
Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes |
Niggas in the street don’t wanna fuck with mine |
Devil’s be askin' what I did |
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids |
But niggas in the streets I’m a good fella |
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella |
Still the same nigga |
And check it out y’all |
Yo, I’m still the same nigga |