"Hey pull over there dawg them my ^!$$%z over there"
"Aight"
"What up ^!$$%z? Y'all seen that punk $$# ^!$$% Ren?"

"Yeah that ^!$$% came through yesterday"
"Y'all seen that ^!$$% video?"
"Na, I ain't seen that ^!$$%'s %#@! yet man"

"Man, that ^!$$%'s %#@! whack any way, aight dawg"
"Aight ^!$$%"


"Hey ^!$$% put this in"
"Though you didn't like that ^!$$%, man why you always listenin' to his %#@!"
"'Cause ^!$$%, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that %#@! 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 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 ^!$$%, what the $#&@ you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the $#&@ outta me, whassup?"
(BANG!!!)


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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 ^!$$%z don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' $$# on the spot
'Cause (*##$ made ^!$$%z get $#&@ed like a ho

But be outta work like that ^!$$% Arsenio
'Cause ^!$$%z be talkin' %#@! 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 #~!!@ $$# ^!$$%z what the $#&@ ya gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock

'Cause ^!$$%z on the corner sellin' %#@! out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my ^!$$%z sit back and relax
While I $#&@ it up bustin' on them tight $$# tracks

Yeah, you ^!$$%z know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my ^!$$%z behind me
Still the same ^!$$%


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I used to be a magician, but a ^!$$% gave up tricks
'Cause my $$#istance was $#&@in' too many dicks
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 %#@! is in the trunk
But don't make me bop that %#@!, 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 %#@! that's droppin' out my mouth
'Cause, I'm still the same ^!$$%


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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$#&@in' %#@! 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 $$# records, plus I built pyramids
But ^!$$%z in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same ^!$$%


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