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)
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)
