Still the Same Nigga

[Skit] [Hook] And check it out y'all Yo, I'm still the same nigga [Verse 1] 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 a 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 [Hook]