It's All the Same
The Click
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Haha, yeah, uh, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, haha, yeah, what's crackin'
Baby D in the house (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, Dub-C (Yeah), D-Shot (D-Shot)
I know you in the movies and your pager's goin' off
You got a call from the boss (From the boss)
You seen the code 2-2-3-6
You make an excuse, you gots to piss (Haha)
Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven digits
You got to move with the quickness (Gotta move)
Before your dude get suspicious and shit
Get to trippin' and shit, get to stalkin' this bitch (Pimp)
Get to turnin' Dr. Jekyll on hoes
'Cause if he find out, he can't take the blows
Ayy, ho (Uh), ayy, ho
Get 'em again, get 'em again
Yo, Sally up, I wanna fuck
Ho, what's happenin'? Back at ya, gettin' at ya
What's the pussy harasser? You know, the ignorant bastard (Uh-huh)
Pocket full of Ziploc baggies, ripped nasty
Met you at the Benz dealership in T-shirt and khakis (Woo)
Crafty, breakin' 'em like cookie chips
Mr. Criminal known for C-walkin' in them pussy lips (Step, step)
Let them suckas take care of ya, ho
Now 40 deep just wanna click with ya and take you
From here to the Bay Area (Uh), bury ya
Black ashy dick in your tonsils
Bend you over and fuck you on my studio council (Come on)
Poundin', a shady nigga layin' wood
Radio tape of me hittin' it from the back, throwin' up the hood
Yeah, you like that, bitch (Uh)
Your square-ass ways is tellin'
You ain't never been choked out and fucked by a felon (Haha)
No K-Y Jellin' (Yeah), just chronic inhalin' (Uh-huh)
So when you ready for the real, bitch, hit me on my cell and
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
It's all gravy, woadie
Wherever we go
Nigga, please believe I'm from
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
For sheezy, playboy
Wherever we go
I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I claim fame
I do my thug theives, got the world singin' "Sprinkle Me"
I do no jockin', the clock don't stop tockin'
I'm a top notch and my itinerary stay crackin'
I'm mackin', boss bitch, L-R Pimpin', I'm on one
I have no mercy, I go sick with it like Cash Money
And I click with it, hey, hey
Super bad, super bad, say, say
Take the fast lane, foot on the gas, mayne
I wrap 'em up in cash, mayne, and trade 'em for cash, mayne
You dig? My stick face down on the side of my hip
I'm seventeen deep with heat, so don't trip
I sip malt liquor, all of the suds
My bomb is ebola, the murderous buzz
I blaze bigger blunts, all in the clubs
I keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub
I thug for mine, that's the difference with me
From the ball player nigga that you see on TV
I Escalade up to the spot every year
Fill you up with Hennessy and ecstasy pills
Fuck you in the mind if you just sit still
Open up some game and I let that spill
Bitches love thugs 'cause they keep shit real
And shit is all the same, you feel?
Yeah, so international, so faded, you feel me?
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
It's all gravy, woadie
Wherever we go
Nigga, please believe I'm from
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
For sheezy, playboy
Wherever we go
But every time I spit this game, these L-R P's
These niggas know my name, you see, my name is E
Beezy, these hoes be lovin' me
You gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl
I'm so damn grizzly and savvy in the back of the crack house
In the bathroom choppin' up and baggin' up my cavi
You must be blankin' off them blankin' thangs
Who the fuck you think you dealin' with, a ho or Poodle?
I ain't no rescue-actin' ass nigga
Bitch, I'll slap you upside your noodle
I'm the nigga you should buy from when I'ma buy your ass some Prada
Some normal Kamalee gear and a Mazda MX-5 Miata
I ain't gon' lie, you got some good-ass electrified punana
But I ain't sprung, even though you been hella
Known for suckin' the peel up off a banana
With your big-ass lips and tongue, swallowin' down my cum
Runnin' around here with your big-
Ass cookie maker hangin' out your thong
You would wanna try to stay with your hard-ass workin' baby-driver
He love your dirty drawers, plus he'll drink your bath water
He'll let your ass go cookin', he ain't
Really trippin' off of too much or nothin'
He know you somethin', he know you
Can't turn a tramp into a career woman
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
It's all gravy, woadie
Wherever we go
Nigga, please believe I'm from
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
For sheezy, playboy
Wherever we go
Nigga, please believe I'm from
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
It's all gravy, woadie
Wherever we go
Nigga, please believe I'm from
It's all the same
These hoes gon' marry a nigga
The same old game
Then turn around and bury a nigga
It's all the same
For sheezy, playboy
Wherever we go