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mc ren - all the same كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ant banks talking]
awww yeah, oakland and compton in the house “awww”
where the real riders ride “awww”
and all the b-tch–ss-n-gg-z fall by the waist side “awww”
cities with no mourn for motherf-cking haters and snitches
cause somebody told me it was all about money over b-tches “ooh yeah”

[verse one: mc ren]
these record companies, they full it dyk-s like da brat
most b-tches got aids; n-gg-, better use a hat
all these n-gg-z’ record deals, they tax write-offs
i can’t help these b-tches, born to f-ck
i try to bar them all
got a heaven for a gangsters like the n-gg- master p
where n-gg-z trip, judge your b-tches bring that -ss to me
these ren hate n-gg-z, got their contracts renewed
most n-gg-z in the game they hit the chronic just to get sew
by my n-gg- dre and snoop for a while
n-gg-, ran everywhere, like puffy and gille
i’m still that black n-gg-, my d-ck got bigger
but ain’t you b-tches trying to rap and buy glock triggers
and chronic, see that be them whack n-gg-z yelling
that “gangster, gangster” the sh-t still ain’t selling
n-gg- who you’re telling i’m the motherf-cking sh-t?
ren and banks with another hit, ugh, ugh!

[chorus: mc ren]
n-gg-z all the same “all the same”
there’s no money make us happy with the fame “with the fame”
n-gg-, i’ll be checking out the game “out the game”
f-ck that, all you b-tches know my name “what’s my name”
ugh, these n-gg-z all the same “all the same”
there’s no money make us happy with the fame “with the fame”
n-gg-, i’ll be checking out the game “all the game”
f-ck that, all you b-tches know my name “what’s my motherf-cking name”

[verse two: mc ren]
every n-gg- in the game, is the same like ogs
broke n-gg-z getting signed to these junkie companies “ugh”
n-gg-z beefing without their n-gg-z, sh-t don’t be making sense
all these motherf-ckers lucky if they’re getting 50 cents
everytime the record sales, you must be breeze up your tales
there’s some f-cking going on, n-gg- tell me i ain’t wrong
where the players that he at n-gg-? they’re too old to rhyme
there’s white motherf-ckers wear suits counting every dime
they give your -ss on tour, a big home, a big house
and a hive full of cheese so you can be acting like a mouse
i’ll give about five years, n-gg-, you’ll be broke
f-cking fat b-tches with a gang of stress to smoke
not enough to choke, you’re full of sh-t ???
with -ss kissing n-gg-z, take it from your bang figures
now you’re stuck on stupid, cause you believed that hype
said f-ck it when broke, you and your b-tch hit the pipe

[chorus: mc ren]

[outro: ant banks talking]
yeah, ren and banks motherf-cker,’98
and if you just now thought about getting in the game
n-gg-, you wait too late
real riders in the house tonight motherf-cker
quick to get y’all throw off
and if you don’t who’s these riders
then you’re a liver to get rode on, motherf-ckers

(ant banks played saxophone over the beats until faded-)

- mc ren

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