Текст: Lil Boosie. Baton Rouge.
Intro:
same niggas always hatin on me same niggas im sick and tired of this shit im tired of bein embarresd by des niggas they betta not cross me no more ya hear
Verse One:
it be the same ole fools brakin tha rules runnin off at tha mouth, pass through the hood wit 2's but they dont come in the south, tryin tell ya niggas feel me when the drama come beef, cross the track and imma smell ya boy and imma dump heat, lets brake it down right quick, take a round right quick, wit that heat unda the seat its goin down like this, been goin on for to long mayne im stuck in this beef, always run up in tha club now his brother want beef,and these the same niggas always wanna come test me, thats why i keep that thang on me....and these some hoes out tha hood be the ones who a gitcha, tellme to rida witch but they jumpin a bitch, slow ya roll bitch u throwed, u need a new bitch, its like u walkin round the club finna fuse a new dick, whatcha sayin with ya mouth, it dont hurt me at all, turn ya back n shake ya crack and watchem buckle down
Chrous:(2x)
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH)
Verse 2:
now look im tired of this shit, im gon take 5 for this shit, i told my patna pass the chapa, watch my quiet this shit, fuck, you die for this shit, put yo number up, everytime you see that dirty south u noe we commin up, same old niggaz mayne dont even noe us, imma get that to smoke up, goin out with no cut(woah) eyes ya they tow up, got heavy artillery when i shot it gon blow up(BUH) na they hollin hold up, jumpin outta ditches, look, my glock in my hand and i aint tryin to leave a witness, is it the bitches the money? or how the car shine, look, i want it all so on the dice imma boil min, ye aint never herd of hard times, im in that nigga from baton rouge with them rhymes, what u think boy, u banks boys, look yall cant hang with this click, speak it just the way i sit, thats why u bangin my shit, thats why u bangin my shit
Chrous: (2x)
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH)
Verse 3:
its the same old shit, when ya hustle niggas kick in ya do, but when u broke, they be tryin to run that dick in ya hoe, take ya fiddle to tha tip and slap the click and the fo, and make these mothafuckas get on the floo, my mind somthin niggas duckin when that iron bustin, respect the game, u aint never checkin mine causea, its yo manelli world, cut open the slap, and po drankin, if u smoke dank, u got that gas like a tank, i dont noe what ya tank, put that shit in and ya knockin my thang, nigga must not noe im at the top of my game, i got plenty niggas that wanna play guns like that lethal edition or get they ass k.o.'d, and play the people , like bitch its like they never stick they nose in that shit, but yall were some hoes for that shit, my mind stay true, cant stop me for nothin, im still og .....
Chrous:
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BUH)
same niggas always hatin on me same niggas im sick and tired of this shit im tired of bein embarresd by des niggas they betta not cross me no more ya hear
Verse One:
it be the same ole fools brakin tha rules runnin off at tha mouth, pass through the hood wit 2's but they dont come in the south, tryin tell ya niggas feel me when the drama come beef, cross the track and imma smell ya boy and imma dump heat, lets brake it down right quick, take a round right quick, wit that heat unda the seat its goin down like this, been goin on for to long mayne im stuck in this beef, always run up in tha club now his brother want beef,and these the same niggas always wanna come test me, thats why i keep that thang on me....and these some hoes out tha hood be the ones who a gitcha, tellme to rida witch but they jumpin a bitch, slow ya roll bitch u throwed, u need a new bitch, its like u walkin round the club finna fuse a new dick, whatcha sayin with ya mouth, it dont hurt me at all, turn ya back n shake ya crack and watchem buckle down
Chrous:(2x)
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH)
Verse 2:
now look im tired of this shit, im gon take 5 for this shit, i told my patna pass the chapa, watch my quiet this shit, fuck, you die for this shit, put yo number up, everytime you see that dirty south u noe we commin up, same old niggaz mayne dont even noe us, imma get that to smoke up, goin out with no cut(woah) eyes ya they tow up, got heavy artillery when i shot it gon blow up(BUH) na they hollin hold up, jumpin outta ditches, look, my glock in my hand and i aint tryin to leave a witness, is it the bitches the money? or how the car shine, look, i want it all so on the dice imma boil min, ye aint never herd of hard times, im in that nigga from baton rouge with them rhymes, what u think boy, u banks boys, look yall cant hang with this click, speak it just the way i sit, thats why u bangin my shit, thats why u bangin my shit
Chrous: (2x)
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH)
Verse 3:
its the same old shit, when ya hustle niggas kick in ya do, but when u broke, they be tryin to run that dick in ya hoe, take ya fiddle to tha tip and slap the click and the fo, and make these mothafuckas get on the floo, my mind somthin niggas duckin when that iron bustin, respect the game, u aint never checkin mine causea, its yo manelli world, cut open the slap, and po drankin, if u smoke dank, u got that gas like a tank, i dont noe what ya tank, put that shit in and ya knockin my thang, nigga must not noe im at the top of my game, i got plenty niggas that wanna play guns like that lethal edition or get they ass k.o.'d, and play the people , like bitch its like they never stick they nose in that shit, but yall were some hoes for that shit, my mind stay true, cant stop me for nothin, im still og .....
Chrous:
its the same ole shit, niggas hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole bitch jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BUH)
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