[Skit]
Guy 1: Hey, pull over there dog, them my n***as over there
Guy 2: Alright
*Car pulls over*
Guy 1: What up n***as, y'all seen that punk ass n***a Ren?
Guy 3: Yeah, that n***a came through yesterday
Guy 1: Y'all seen that n***a's video?
Guy 3: Nah, I ain't seen that n***a's shit man
Guy 1: Man that n***a's shit wack anyway. Alright dog
Guy 3: Alright n***a
*Back in the car*
Guy 1: Hey n***a, put this in
Guy 2: I thought you didn't like that n***a, why you always listen to his shit?
Guy 1: Cause n***a, I'm on his nuts fool. Just turn this shit up
Guy 2: Man pass me the phone, "Yeah man whats happening? Yeah Imma be there in a minute"
*Back in the house*
Guy 1: Hey man, turn on the TV
Guy 2: Yeah n***a, roll up that weed
Guy 1: Fool you got some papers
Guy 2: Yeah it's in the room on the dresser
Guy 1: Ah damn... Hey man I don't see them
Guy 2: Hey man look in the closet
Guy 1: Oh damn n***a, what the fuck you doing in the closet fool? Scared the fuck out of me, whats up?
* Shot fired*

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a

[Verse 1]
This n***a be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got German millimeters n***a, fuck a fight
Cause n***as don't scrap no mo', that's a no no
Fools get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
Cause bitch made n***as get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like that n***a Arsenio
Cause n***as 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 n***as what the fuck ya gotta say, uhh
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I rock
Cause n***as on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock
Uh, but me and my n***as sit back and relax
While I fuck it up bustin' on them tight ass tracks
Yeah, you n***as know where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in Compton with my n***as behind me
Still the same n***a

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a

[Verse 2]
I used to be a magician, but a n***a gave up tricks
Cause my assistance was fuckin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Fuck it, n***a makin' dead presidents
But n***as 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
N***as 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 n***a chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' n***as out
With the shit that's droppin' out my mouth
Cause I'm still the same n***a

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a

[Verse 3]
Yeah minute you win it, a n***a ain't a loser
It's a black n***a hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a n***a 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 n***a killa wrote on my doormat
So n***as don't ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as hell
Cause I break God damn necks with my rhymes
N***as 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 n***as in the streets I'm a good fella
In the trench like Gotti, and the umbrella
Still the same n***a

[Hook]
And check it out y'all
Yo, I'm still the same n***a