D-Shot - It's All the Same lyrics

Ha ha, uh n***a, come on, n***a, yeah Take it to the house Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Watta 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 sh** Get to trippin' and sh**, get the sock in this b**h 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 f** Ho what's happenin' back at cha' Get it at cha' once the p**y askin' You know that ignorant ba*tard 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 p**y lips Let them s**ers 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 f** you by my studio counsils Poundin' a shady n***a layin' the wood Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back Throwin' up the hood, yeah you like that b**h The square a** weights tellin' you ain't never been choked Or done f**ed by a felon, no K-Y jellin' Just tryin' to inhale it So when ya ready for the real b**h hit me on my cellin' [Hook: The Click and (Baby)] It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a n***a) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a n***a) It's all the same (It's all gravy whodi) Wherever we go (n***a please believe) It' all the same (These hoes wanna marry a n***a) The same ol' game (Then turn around and bury a n***a) 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' "Sprinkle 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 b**h, 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 pa** 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 b**hes to rub I thug for mine that's the difference with me From the ball playin'n***a that ya see on tv I Escalade up to the spot on the Hill Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills f** you in the mind if ya just sit still Opened up some game and I let that spill b**hes love playas cause they keep that real The sh** 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-R-P's these n***as 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 f** you think you dealin' with I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no b**h I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, b**h Talkin' that sh**, I'mma buy ya a** some Prada Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati I ain't gon' lie you got some good a** lush fire punana But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on Been s**in' the peel off the banana with yo big a** lips and gums Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there with yo big a** tongue You're hangin' out your thong You wanna stay with ya hard a** workin' baby dada He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water He'll let ya a** 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]