Ain’t the Same

Oooooooo
Okay Tsar rider
I took the time to strike to get at you about this rat ass nigga. Motherfucker supposed to be your home boy from the hood. Ain’t no love. You can’t trust nobody

Greetings comrades
The hood ain’t how it used to be
It ain’t the same
Usually a nigga
Was booted for snitching
Saying names
Mark
Couldn’t leave the squad
With with barely a shooter
Now you get ditched back
If you running
Through the computer

You was going out the hood
But you told me in 99
You start putting
Everyting on the hood
Tell a lie
Since you been away rider
Some of hte homieso went bad
Then the feds
Charged the rest
With the Rico act
Then when cuz got grabbed in 6
(YEAH)
Said he wasn’t viced up
But who was holdng the strap
He’s got the solid dare
With his little Twerky ass
Put him up
We got a rat
? we ain't tight like that?
Rider

Refrain:
You best believe
How niggas
Acting strange
It don’t feel the same
It don’t feel that good
The hood it ain’t the same
I played the game of fame
I played the game
It was calling me
All it did was cause me pain
All it did was cause me pain

You know that’ siwhat’s happening
Always asking about my home boy Slim
I miss my homeboy Marcus
He’s nuttyy and heartless
How I’m supposed
To start this fight
It ain’t right
You shouldn’t of never
Rolled with me that night
Homie I told you
To lay low
You had love
For your nigga
Homie Dre know
No to you I never say no
Father we need him
So for his freedom
I pray
For we all sinners
And for our wrongs
We gotta pay in full

We nothing going on
In the hood
But division
Had to retire
I was so damn tired
Of prison part
Kill a friend
They been
My decision
Was escape
Cause I realized
They can’t love
What they hate

Hell I know
Y’all hate me
Nigga
(Dresta)
I see it in your face
Boy
Been out here too long
Nigga
I see through
Niggas like you
(you don’t even love yourself)
You see through boy

Cuz
Every time I
Think about the hood
It hurts me
Cause
I know a few niggas
If they could
They’ll mark me
It hurts me to see
Just what we’ve become
Knows it was there run
We were second to none
Back in the day
We had a grip
Like pliers
Nowadays
Everybody wanna try us
Same hood
We sigh us
Jerry Willets and blocc boys
We was making
All the hits
Cause you couldn’t fuck
With the 5 or the 6
Yeah
Young and proud
To be a part of it
Neighborhood blocks nutty
Randy started it
Homies killing each other
And now we on the decline
In the confines of my own hood
I still got a G 9

Refrain:
You best believe
How niggas
Acting strange
It don’t feel the same
It don’t feel that good
The hood it ain’t the same
I played the game of fame
I played the game
It was calling me
All it did was cause me pain
All it did was cause me pain

First 94
In these streets
Ain’t no baloney
So I ain’t never
Seen the need
For wing homies
They was solid individuals
Politicing and rituals
Chain of command
Discipline in hand
Man it’s physical
Gotta keep a pistol
Though
Banging the knocc
Hanging the block
Slinging the rocks
Bringing the pot
Now the unwritten rules
Is broken
The code has spoken
All the whites
Them folks is knowing
We been dropped
Shot down
And locked compound
Weak Sponge and Loco
Gonna bounce up
Out of town
In al kaida back at you
Mele gron
Man stay strong
Jack and K Lo on
I love y’all
Niggas
Ooooooo

We been doing this shit
All our lives
Scars and stripes
You feel me
Out here bussed and busted on
In and out of jail
Ain’t got a click
Open the niggas you fighting with

Refrain:
You best believe
How niggas
Acting strange
It don’t feel the same
It don’t feel that good
The hood it ain’t the same
I played the game of fame
I played the game
It was calling me
All it did was cause me pain
All it did was cause me pain
In the falling rain
In the falling rain

This is the west coast
Yo Dre the truth-Dresta the Gangsta
BG Knocc Out
Young Mele
Riders
The real west coast
Oooooo