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MC Ren - Still the same nigga lyrics

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Still the same nigga by MC Ren

"Hey pull over there dawg them my niggaz over there"
"What up niggaz? Y'all seen that punk ass nigga Ren?"
"Yeah that nigga came through yesterday"
"Y'all seen that nigga video?"
"Na, I ain't seen that nigga's sh*t yet man"
"Man, that nigga's sh*t whack any way, aight dawg"
"Aight nigga"
"Hey nigga put this in"
"Though you didn't like that nigga, man why you always listenin' to his sh*t"
"'Cause nigga, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that sh*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 nigga 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!! Damn nigga, what the f**k you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the f**k outta me, whassup?"
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 determined millimeters nigga, f**k a fight
'Cause niggaz don't scr*p no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
'Cause b**ch made niggaz get f**ked like a ho
But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
'Cause niggaz 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 pussy ass niggaz what the f**k ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
'Cause niggaz on the corner sellin' sh*t out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my niggaz sit back and relax
While I f**k it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my niggaz behind me
Still the same nigga
I used to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
'Cause my assistance was f**kin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
f**k 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 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
Niggaz 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 nigga chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' niggaz out
With the sh*t that's droppin' out my mouth
'Cause, 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 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**ch made nigga killa wrote on my doormat
So niggaz don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
'Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
Niggaz in the street don't wanna f**k with mine
Devil's be askin' what I did
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I built pyramids
But niggaz in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same nigga

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