Still the Same Nigga 歌词
| 歌曲 | Still the Same Nigga |
| 歌手 | MC Ren |
| 专辑 | Da Villain in Black |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Big Jess, MC Ren | |
| 'hey pull over there dawg them my *******z over there' | |
| 'aight' | |
| 'what up *******z? y'all seen that punk ass ******* ren?' | |
| 'yeah that ******* came through yesterday' | |
| 'y'all seen that ******* video?' | |
| 'na, i ain't seen that *******'s ************t yet man' | |
| 'man, that *******'s ************t whack any way, aight dawg' | |
| 'aight *******' | |
| 'hey ******* put this in' | |
| 'though you didn't like that *******, man why you always listenin' to his ************t' | |
| ''cause *******, i'm on his nuts fool, just turn that ************t up' | |
| 'man pass me the phone, yeah man what's happenin'?' | |
| 'yeah, so, we be there in a minute' | |
| 'hey man, turn on the tv' | |
| 'yeah ******* roll up that ******' | |
| '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!! damn *******, what the ******* you doin' in the closet, fool? | |
| Scared the ******* outta me, whassup?' | |
| [bang!!!] | |
| (chorus)(repeated) | |
| And check it out y'all (yo, i'm still the same *******) | |
| This ******* be creepin' on fools all day and night | |
| I got determined millimeters *******, ******* a fight | |
| 'cause *******z don't scrap no mo', that's a no no | |
| Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot | |
| 'cause ************ made *******z get ****** like a ho | |
| But be outta work like that ******* arsenio | |
| 'cause *******z be talkin' ************t behind my back | |
| Wi************n' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack | |
| I ain't from ohio, but i'm a player | |
| So ************ ass *******z what the ******* ya gotta say a | |
| Poppa gotta brand new bag when i rock | |
| 'cause *******z on the corner sellin' ************t out the ziplock | |
| Uh, but me and my *******z sit back and relax | |
| While i ******* it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks | |
| Yeah, you *******z know where you can find me | |
| I'm kickin' back in compton with my *******z behind me | |
| Still the same ******* | |
| (chorus) | |
| I used to be a magician, but a ******* gave up tricks | |
| 'cause my assistance was ******' too many ************s | |
| So i start my mission, leave my residence | |
| ******* it, ******* makin' dead presidents | |
| But *******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 ************t is in the trunk | |
| But don't make me bop that ************t, and it's on | |
| 'cause i can get rocky like sylvester stallone | |
| *******z shootin' stones, mother******* 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 ******* chokin' like i mad fly | |
| I'm still takin' *******z out | |
| With the ************t that's droppin' out my mouth | |
| 'cause, i'm still the same ******* | |
| (chorus) | |
| Yeah minute you win it, a ******* ain't a loser | |
| It's a black ******* hittin' corners on a beach cruiser | |
| Or you might catch a ******* in a chevy | |
| 'cause my mother******' ************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. | |
| ******* the radio and they format | |
| I got ************ made ******* killa wrote on my doormat | |
| So *******z don't ring my bell | |
| I gotta bad attitude and i'm mad as hell | |
| 'cause i break god damn necks with my rhymes | |
| *******z in the street don't wanna ******* with mine | |
| Devil's be askin' what i did | |
| Tell 'em i make funky ass records, plus i built pyramids | |
| But *******z in the streets i'm a good fella | |
| In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella | |
| Still the same ******* | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Big Jess, MC Ren | |
| ' hey pull over there dawg them my z over there' | |
| ' aight' | |
| ' what up z? y' all seen that punk ass ren?' | |
| ' yeah that came through yesterday' | |
| ' y' all seen that video?' | |
| ' na, i ain' t seen that ' s t yet man' | |
| ' man, that ' s t whack any way, aight dawg' | |
| ' aight ' | |
| ' hey put this in' | |
| ' though you didn' t like that , man why you always listenin' to his t' | |
| '' cause , i' m on his nuts fool, just turn that t up' | |
| ' man pass me the phone, yeah man what' s happenin'?' | |
| ' yeah, so, we be there in a minute' | |
| ' hey man, turn on the tv' | |
| ' yeah roll up that ' | |
| ' 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!! damn , what the you doin' in the closet, fool? | |
| Scared the outta me, whassup?' | |
| bang!!! | |
| chorus repeated | |
| And check it out y' all yo, i' m still the same | |
| This be creepin' on fools all day and night | |
| I got determined millimeters , a fight | |
| ' cause z don' t scrap no mo', that' s a no no | |
| Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot | |
| ' cause made z get like a ho | |
| But be outta work like that arsenio | |
| ' cause z be talkin' t behind my back | |
| Wi n' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack | |
| I ain' t from ohio, but i' m a player | |
| So ass z what the ya gotta say a | |
| Poppa gotta brand new bag when i rock | |
| ' cause z on the corner sellin' t out the ziplock | |
| Uh, but me and my z sit back and relax | |
| While i it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks | |
| Yeah, you z know where you can find me | |
| I' m kickin' back in compton with my z behind me | |
| Still the same | |
| chorus | |
| I used to be a magician, but a gave up tricks | |
| ' cause my assistance was ' too many s | |
| So i start my mission, leave my residence | |
| it, makin' dead presidents | |
| But 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 t is in the trunk | |
| But don' t make me bop that t, and it' s on | |
| ' cause i can get rocky like sylvester stallone | |
| z shootin' stones, mother 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 chokin' like i mad fly | |
| I' m still takin' z out | |
| With the t that' s droppin' out my mouth | |
| ' cause, i' m still the same | |
| chorus | |
| Yeah minute you win it, a ain' t a loser | |
| It' s a black hittin' corners on a beach cruiser | |
| Or you might catch a in a chevy | |
| ' cause my mother' t is so heavy | |
| Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play | |
| When i' m rollin' in the 454 in l. a. | |
| the radio and they format | |
| I got made killa wrote on my doormat | |
| So z don' t ring my bell | |
| I gotta bad attitude and i' m mad as hell | |
| ' cause i break god damn necks with my rhymes | |
| z in the street don' t wanna with mine | |
| Devil' s be askin' what i did | |
| Tell ' em i make funky ass records, plus i built pyramids | |
| But z in the streets i' m a good fella | |
| In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella | |
| Still the same | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Big Jess, MC Ren | |
| ' hey pull over there dawg them my z over there' | |
| ' aight' | |
| ' what up z? y' all seen that punk ass ren?' | |
| ' yeah that came through yesterday' | |
| ' y' all seen that video?' | |
| ' na, i ain' t seen that ' s t yet man' | |
| ' man, that ' s t whack any way, aight dawg' | |
| ' aight ' | |
| ' hey put this in' | |
| ' though you didn' t like that , man why you always listenin' to his t' | |
| '' cause , i' m on his nuts fool, just turn that t up' | |
| ' man pass me the phone, yeah man what' s happenin'?' | |
| ' yeah, so, we be there in a minute' | |
| ' hey man, turn on the tv' | |
| ' yeah roll up that ' | |
| ' 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!! damn , what the you doin' in the closet, fool? | |
| Scared the outta me, whassup?' | |
| bang!!! | |
| chorus repeated | |
| And check it out y' all yo, i' m still the same | |
| This be creepin' on fools all day and night | |
| I got determined millimeters , a fight | |
| ' cause z don' t scrap no mo', that' s a no no | |
| Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot | |
| ' cause made z get like a ho | |
| But be outta work like that arsenio | |
| ' cause z be talkin' t behind my back | |
| Wi n' they could get they hands sweatty on my nut sack | |
| I ain' t from ohio, but i' m a player | |
| So ass z what the ya gotta say a | |
| Poppa gotta brand new bag when i rock | |
| ' cause z on the corner sellin' t out the ziplock | |
| Uh, but me and my z sit back and relax | |
| While i it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks | |
| Yeah, you z know where you can find me | |
| I' m kickin' back in compton with my z behind me | |
| Still the same | |
| chorus | |
| I used to be a magician, but a gave up tricks | |
| ' cause my assistance was ' too many s | |
| So i start my mission, leave my residence | |
| it, makin' dead presidents | |
| But 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 t is in the trunk | |
| But don' t make me bop that t, and it' s on | |
| ' cause i can get rocky like sylvester stallone | |
| z shootin' stones, mother 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 chokin' like i mad fly | |
| I' m still takin' z out | |
| With the t that' s droppin' out my mouth | |
| ' cause, i' m still the same | |
| chorus | |
| Yeah minute you win it, a ain' t a loser | |
| It' s a black hittin' corners on a beach cruiser | |
| Or you might catch a in a chevy | |
| ' cause my mother' t is so heavy | |
| Rap skits kicked to the curb, they gets no play | |
| When i' m rollin' in the 454 in l. a. | |
| the radio and they format | |
| I got made killa wrote on my doormat | |
| So z don' t ring my bell | |
| I gotta bad attitude and i' m mad as hell | |
| ' cause i break god damn necks with my rhymes | |
| z in the street don' t wanna with mine | |
| Devil' s be askin' what i did | |
| Tell ' em i make funky ass records, plus i built pyramids | |
| But z in the streets i' m a good fella | |
| In the trench like gotti, and the umbrella | |
| Still the same | |
| chorus |
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