All the Same
[Intro: Ant Banks]
Ohh yeah, Oakland and Compton in the house
Where the real riders ride
And all the bitch-ass-n***as fall by the wayside
Cities with no mourn for motherfucking haters and snitches
Cause somebody told me it was all about money over bitches
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
These Record companies, they full of dykes like Da Brat
Most bitches got AIDS; n***a, better use a hat
All these n***as' record deals, they tax write-offs
I can't help these bitches, try to fuck I try to fight 'em off
Got a heaven for a gangsters like the n***a Master P
Where n***as trip, judge your bitches bring that ass to me
These Ren hate n***as, got their contracts renewed
Most n***as in the game they bit the Chronic they should get sued
By my n***a Dre and Snoop for a while
N***a, Ren everywhere, like Puffy and Gille
I'm still that black n***a, my dick got bigger
But ain't you bitches tired of rapping about Glock triggers
And Chronic, see that be them whack n***as yelling
That "Gangsta Gangsta" the shit still ain't selling
N***a who you're telling I'm the motherfucking shit?
Ren and Banks with another hit, ugh, ugh!
[Chorus: MC Ren]
N***as all the same (All the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (out the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my name)
Ugh, these n***as all the same (all the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (all the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my motherfucking name)
Ohh yeah, Oakland and Compton in the house
Where the real riders ride
And all the bitch-ass-n***as fall by the wayside
Cities with no mourn for motherfucking haters and snitches
Cause somebody told me it was all about money over bitches
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
These Record companies, they full of dykes like Da Brat
Most bitches got AIDS; n***a, better use a hat
All these n***as' record deals, they tax write-offs
I can't help these bitches, try to fuck I try to fight 'em off
Got a heaven for a gangsters like the n***a Master P
Where n***as trip, judge your bitches bring that ass to me
These Ren hate n***as, got their contracts renewed
Most n***as in the game they bit the Chronic they should get sued
By my n***a Dre and Snoop for a while
N***a, Ren everywhere, like Puffy and Gille
I'm still that black n***a, my dick got bigger
But ain't you bitches tired of rapping about Glock triggers
And Chronic, see that be them whack n***as yelling
That "Gangsta Gangsta" the shit still ain't selling
N***a who you're telling I'm the motherfucking shit?
Ren and Banks with another hit, ugh, ugh!
[Chorus: MC Ren]
N***as all the same (All the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (out the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my name)
Ugh, these n***as all the same (all the same)
There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
N***a, I'll be checking out the game (all the game)
Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my motherfucking name)