All The Same

Ohh yeah, Oakland and Compton in the house
 Where the real riders ride
 And all the bitch-ass-niggas fall by the wayside
 Cities with no mourn for motherfucking haters and snitches
 Cause somebody told me it was all about money over bitches
 These Record companies, they full of dykes like Da Brat
 Most bitches got AIDS; nigga, better use a hat
 All these niggas' record deals, they tax write-offs
 I can't help these bitches, born to fuck
 I try to bar them all
 Got a heaven for a gangsters like the nigga Master P
 Where niggas trip, judge your bitches bring that ass to me
 These Ren hate niggas, got their contracts renewed
 Most niggas in the game they hit the Chronic just to get sew
 By my nigga Dre and Snoop for a while
 Nigga, ran everywhere, like Puffy and Gille
 I'm still that black nigga, my dick got bigger
 But ain't you bitches trying to rap and buy Glock triggers
 And Chronic, see that be them whack niggas yelling
 That "Gangsta Gangsta" the shit still ain't selling
 Nigga who you're telling I'm the motherfucking shit?
 Ren and Banks with another hit, ugh, ugh!
 Niggas all the same (All the same)
 There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
 Nigga, I'll be checking out the game (out the game)
 Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my name)
 Ugh, these niggas all the same (all the same)
 There's no money make us happy with the fame (with the fame)
 Nigga, I'll be checking out the game (all the game)
 Fuck that, all you bitches know my name (what's my motherfucking name)
 Every nigga in the game, is the same like OGs
 Broke niggas getting signed to these junkie companies "ugh"
 Niggas beefing without their niggas, shit don't be making sense
 All these motherfuckers lucky if they're getting 50 cents
 Everytime the record sales, you must be breeze up your tales
 There's some fucking going on, nigga tell me I ain't wrong
 Where the players that he at nigga? they're too old to rhyme
 There's white motherfuckers wear suits counting every dime
 They give your ass 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, nigga, you'll be broke
 Fucking fat bitches with a gang of stress to smoke
 Not enough to choke,
 you're full of "should have could have would have"
 With ass kissing niggas, take it from your bang figures
 Now you're stuck on stupid, cause you believed that hype
 Said Fuck it when broke, you and your bitch hit the pipe