It's the same but it ain't no thang to me,
I'm rollin' in a hootie
It's the same, it's the same,
but it ain't thang
What's the sense of buying a
Benz?
Knowin' that your lil' hens just came
And anything expensive is
drawin' heat up in this game
But shoot, it's too tight
Thought that
Neenah rhyme was real
So you got a 3E, it got a gold grill
You even got real
Lorenzos and
P7s
You may as well tell the feds,
hey, look what we sellin'
Not sayin' that I wouldn't want it slick
But you should've been legit
Thought you laid and broke
that stupid shit
That coin's drawin'
more heat than a geek
In a room full of cluckers who ain't
havin' smoke in weeks
Next time you're round that
curtain just showin' off
Why don't you keep your
eyes in the rearview
And push the gas, slow and soft
Cause one mile over the limit
And sirens hollin'
And you're gettin' stopped in a minute
So pull that bitch over
And get ready to swing
Cause cops'll beat your fuckin' ass
You must've axed
Rodney
King
All you had to do was buy a nice used
Regal
Slap some
Dana's on that motherfuck
er and it's legal
Maybe a paint job
Lil' gold hen now fix your interior
You still got ends to spare
But no, you spent 60 grand on the slick shit
Gotta ship the shit overseas
to get that bitch thick
You want them hoes to
recognize who you are
But the fans know what
the hoes don't know
You should've bought a used car
It's but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same, but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same, but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's a shame, it's a shame, uh,
uh, for the late, oh, uh
My partner
Michael done went out
and bought a wagon
Now he the shit around the hood
and the fool braggin'
How he got his shibe lil' ride
with the fire paint job
Gold
Dana
Danes on their tires, eight inches wide
The game got him sittin' kinda pretty
But things are startin' to change,
so it's gettin' kinda shitty
I'm thinkin',
good thing he got a stash on the side
But stupid ass decides to
spend that on his ride
Hooks up, sound,
bought him a spotter kit
Drove to
Baton
Rouge, and they never put oil in his shit
Not a bitch broke,
covered with smoke
He couldn't pay a tow truck,
let alone them fuckin'
Carlos
And he beepin' me, 911,
like every fucked up move in a smooth go come
But he should've beeped a nigga from
Jump
Street
An d I'd have showed the
Lamar how he would still
be in the front seat
But no, he gotta be like the crew
And all them
Mark -ass niggas,
shit gon' get repossessed too
That some of the dumbest
niggas I ever saw
Tryna outdo each other
But the whole shit, should've brought a
U's so
It's it ain't no thang to me
Fool, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame,
but it ain't no thang to me
Yeah, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Fool, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame, it's a shame,
uh, uh, boy, it ain't no
Jack, jiggity -jag, niggas stick em up
Them fools act alike,
gettin' buck behind trucks
I don't have a lowrider,
but I'm right beside her
Bitch with a drop -top monster
She may not be lookin' for trouble,
but she sure found it
Put that fuckin' purse in the car and keep
your face to the ground, bitch
Don't move, you won't be hurt
Don't even try to glance at me, hoe
Whap, skrrt, face down
Now the cops done came around
Forty -four days later,
the truck done been found
They gon' need dental record
s to recognize this mothafucka
Plus, lil' mama wasn't covered
They done took the seat,
took the sound
With the dashboard halfway sold
All the shit, and just left that
bitch her ass straight
Diamond in the back, sun roof top
Nah, the bitch ain't got shit,
but the body on blocks
I feel sorry for lil' mama
But that's the kind of drama
that's gon' hit you
When you stuntin' like a big -timer
Spendin' twenty -two
grand on five wheels
Now you in a bus lookin'
fucked in high heels
Everybody knew you because
of the truck
Now that motherfucker gone
and this bitch ain't fucked
Cause lil' mama thought she
was above the law
But she wasn't but the dumbest
bitch that I ever saw
Who shoulda bought a used car
It's same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's a shame, it's a shame, boy,
there ain't no pain
a llama, man.
Man, that nigga so close to me.
I can see his people going on.
Nigga, who the fuck that is?
That's your girl.
You who the fuck with her?
Nah, man.
Pussy ain't got no face, nigga.
Bring me by the bitch,
I'm telling you,
that bitch look like a duck.
That bitch look like a duck.
Ay, ay, who that, who that, who that?
Her name's
Siwan.
Oh,
Siwan!
Huh?
Quack, burrito,
fuck all you pussy eating crackhead motherfuckers.
