歌词
作曲 : George Toneye Brown
歌名：还是那套玩意儿
（直升机声音，条子要来了）
Are you ready homie？
'62 convertible Impalas
3 Ballers, pipes holla when they follow for them dollas
Call 'em what you will when they flaunt gold nuggets in they grill
.44 steel keeps it real as I peel
On these [?] and hunnid spoke lows
Hoes get exposed through these hydros chose
Carlos from Mexico, to meet me at the Texaco
Came with 10 pounds in the flo'
Seen more dough than Pillsbury
But it's hot like curry
Surely it'll cool down when I'm found
But now feds with the infrared
Got bitches scared
But I'm prepared buried in the shеd, eyes red
Havе a sip of [?] As I think
Who's the fink
Who's the missing link, can I make 'em sink
Kinks in the armor started last summer
When a nigga bought the hummer, pullin' jetskis to the keys
Jealousy and envy, eventually
Gets any G As for me, eternally
I stay true to this game
As it claims every nigga that you can name
It's all the same within the game you see
Ain't nothing changed with this philosophy
Ain't nothing changed in this game but the name
The more we try to change, the more things just stay the same
When I first jumped in the game, expectations plush
Such things as diamond rings, candy chrome with crush
Wake up early Sunday morning, breakin' off Grandma bread
To put in the church basket
But it still don't stop the closed casket
Livin' the life of the fast shit
Make sure my moms got the purse full of plastic
Tailor made fabrics
Reminiscin' when shit be Drastic, tragic
Now we just burn up
Maintain and laughin'
You know what the math is
6 digits trying to take my team
To the pennant, skies the limit
'Bout to get it in a minute
Run through hoes like Emmet
Ain't nothin changed, I'm still in this goddamn game
They got me back up in the papers A bloody caper
Possible 211 turned to yellow-taper
Like diarrhea, got a bad case of the runs man
(Peepin'?) my hand bulge from the gun in my waistband
Poppin' out doors Rollin' good bye to mama
They ain't takin' me alive
Legacy brings the trauma
Like Batman, my robbers got me in a hideaway
I hear helicopters and sirens
Time to make a getaway
Feet don't fail me now
Watch the back of my head get small
Hittin' hurdles over them fences and big walls
Car 21, here the suspect comes
Ran into a cockin' gun
That ends the marathon
It's all the same within the game you see
Ain't nothing changed with this philosophy
Ain't nothing changed in this game but the name
The more we try to change, the more things just stay the same
Ain't nothin' changed in this game that's real
We out here hustling for this dolla bill
All Playas gotta fixin [?]
Ain't nothing changed in this game but the name
The more we try to change, the more things just stay the same
So now we flippin' channels
Sittin' at the baby grand piano
Big screen from Sony
Big green from Tony
Only French panels and white flannels
(Parque?) or marble
Jet black El Dorado
Diablo from Chicago
Ships down tomorrow
Canary yellow
Mellow, drinkin' Amarreto
Settle with the fellows
On any level
Rich or ghetto, bitch or rebel
Whatever
Italian leather soft as ever
Never sweat the weather
Cool whenever Clever
Staircases to different places
Leave no traces
Of the many faces and races
Floridian
South Caribbean
Blue seas Many gs from (Indonese?)
For 40 keys
Cheese, I like Romano
Smoke, I like Cubano
Shoes, I like Italiano
It's all the same within the game you see
Ain't nothing changed with this philosophy
Ain't nothing changed in this game but the name
The more we try to change, the more things just stay the same
Ain't nothin' changed in this game that's real
We out here hustling for this dolla bill
All Playas gotta fixin [?]
Ain't nothing changed in this game but the name
The more we try to change, the more things just stay the same