Uh shoot 'em all baby
Just bring it in one time for me real heavy
ain't a damn thing changed...

same mother$#&@ers...
we ever was
Ha-ha

Back in black
Who's the mack
Sittin' on the back

Of the Cadillac
Well it's the D mother$#&@er
Better pass me the mic

So I can rock on
And drop the styles I write
I like hip-hop

Ya don't stop
And all that
I rock the freak styles

And neat styles
That are crazy phat,
Like faces I've been so many places

It's making me sick
Punk get off my dick


[chorus]
'Cause I'm the same mother$#&@er
That I ever was

Same mother$#&@er
But I can't pay attention
'Cause I'm on that dust


My head's not swell
Kid I'm not gell

Don't feed me soup
Just give me the funky loop
I'll rock it to the best of my ability

Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility
'Cause I'm the man that's on point
When I jam a funky joint

I want some other over there
Yo, I just don't care %#@!
Pass the mic, kid

Then I'm gonna' tear %#@!
Up like a piece of paper
Your girl caught the vapor

When I ran the caper
I ain't rearranged
So don't look strange

I'm the same mother$#&@er
Ain't a damn thing changed


[chorus]

'Cause I'm hard like stone

Don't play me soft
And I rock rhymes frequently
I drop it off and

I'm off in space
I remember your face
But don't remember your name

'Cause it's all the same
As it ever was
That's what it is money grip

Don't trip
Or I'm gonna' bust that lip


[chorus]

Bustin', flippin', skippin',

Just like a stone on a river
Ya know I'm gonna' give her
Whole lotta' flavor

Criminal behavior
Used to be how I made it
But that %#@!'s over rated

Now I rock rhymes over funky beats
I $#&@ fine hookers between satin sheets
They say money changes people
But I won't 'cause
I'm the same mother$#&@er that I ever was


[chorus]

And ya don't quit
'Cause I'm on that dust

Soul $$#assins are on that dust (ha ha...)
My man J. Disco is on that dust
Cypress Hill is on that dust
FunkDoobiest is on that dust