It's All The Same

Ha ha, uh

Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah

Take it to the house

Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah

Uh-huh, D-Shot

[D-Shot]

I know ya in the movies and ya pager's goin' off

You got a call from the boss

You seen the code 2-2-3-6, you makin' excuse, you got to piss

Even though you at the phone dialin' all seven digits

You got to move with the quickness

Before ya dude gets suspicious and shit

Get to trippin' and shit, get the sock in this bitch

Get to turnin' Doctor Jekyll on hoes

Cause if he flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows

[W.C.]

AY HO! AY HO! (Get em' again, get em' again)

Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck

Ho what's happenin' back at cha'

Get it at cha' once the pussy askin'

You know that ignorant bastard

Pockets full of Ziploc bags, it's ripped nasty

Met you at the Benz dealership in t-shirt and khakis, crafty

Over the mic like cookie chips, it's the criminal

Known for c-walkin' in the pussy lips

Let them suckers take care of ya ho

Like 40, I just wanna click with you and dick you

From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya

Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils

Bend you over and fuck you by my studio counsils

Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood

Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back

Throwin' up the hood, yeah you like that bitch

The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked

Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin'

Just tryin' to inhale it

So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin'

[Hook: The Click and (Baby)]

It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)

The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga)

It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi)

Wherever we go (Nigga please believe)

It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a nigga)

The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a nigga)

It's all the same (Fo' sheezy baby)

Wherever we go

[Suga T]

I set rules in this game

I pop my bra, I claim fame

I do my thug thesis

Got the world singin' speak of me

I do no jockin' the clock don't stop clockin'

I'm a top notch and my itenary stay crackin'

I'm mackin' boss bitch, hell I'm pimpin'

I'm on one, I have no mercy I go sick with it

Like Cash Money we click with it, hey hey

Super bad, super bad say say

[B-Legit]

Check the pass man, foot on the gas man

I wrap em' up in cashmere and trade em' for cash man

You dig, my sick 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 e-coli the murderous buds

I blaze Philly blunts all in the clubs

Keep a bald fade for the bitches to rub

I thug for mine that's the difference with me

From the ball playin'nigga that ya see on tv

I Escalade up to the spot on the Hill

Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills

Fuck you in the mind if ya just sit still

Opened up some game and I let that spill

Bitches love playas cause they keep that real

The shit is all the same, ya feel

Yeah, it's all international baby, ya feel

[Hook]

[E-40]

But every time I spit this game

These L-I-P's these niggas know my name

You see my name is E-Feezy

These hoes be lovin' me

Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl

Yo I'm slammed, lookin' savy in the back of the crackhouse

In the bathroom choppin' up and baggin' up my cavy

You must be blankin' off them blankin' thangs

Who the fuck you think you dealin' with

I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no bitch

I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, bitch

Talkin' that shit, I'ma buy ya ass some Prada

Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati

I ain't gon' lie you got some good ass lush fire punana

But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on

Been suckin' the peel off the banana with yo big ass lips and gums

Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there with yo big ass tongue

You're hangin' out your thong

You wanna stay with ya hard ass workin' baby dada

He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water

He'll let ya ass go clubbin'

He ain't gon' be trippin' off nothin' you mention

He know you something

He know you can't turn a tramp into a good woman

[Hook x2]