Mc Ren - Still The Same Nigga video free download

Artist: Mc Ren

Song: Still The Same Nigga

Album: The Villain In Black

Lyrics:

(chorus)(repeated)

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 scrap no mo', that's a no no

Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot

'cause bitch made niggaz get f**ked like a ho

But be outta work like that nigga arsenio

'cause niggaz 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 niggaz what the f**k ya gotta say a

Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock

'cause niggaz on the corner sellin' shit 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

(chorus)

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 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

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 shit that's droppin' out my mouth

'cause, I'm still the same nigga

(chorus)

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' shit 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 bitch 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