Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
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It's the same but it ain't no thang to me,
I'm rollin' in a hootie
C
F
It's the same, it's the same,
but it ain't thang
What's the sense of buying a
Benz?
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F
C
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Knowin' that your lil' hens just came
And anything expensive is
drawin' heat up in this game
But shoot, it's too tight
Thought that
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So you got a 3E, it got a gold grill
You even got real
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Lorenzos and
P7s
You may as well tell the feds,
hey, look what we sellin'
C
Not sayin' that I wouldn't want it slick
F
But you should've been legit
Thought you laid and broke
that stupid shit
Dm
C
more heat than a geek
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In a room full of cluckers who ain't
havin' smoke in weeks
Next time you're round that
C
curtain just showin' off
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Why don't you keep your
eyes in the rearview
And push the gas, slow and soft
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Cause one mile over the limit
And sirens hollin'
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And you're gettin' stopped in a minute
So pull that bitch over
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And get ready to swing
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Cause cops'll beat your fuckin' ass
You must've axed
Rodney
King
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All you had to do was buy a nice used
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Regal
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Slap some
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Dana's on that motherfuck
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C
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C
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Lil' gold hen now fix your interior
You still got ends to spare
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But no, you spent 60 grand on the slick shit
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Gotta ship the shit overseas
to get that bitch thick
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C
recognize who you are
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C
But the fans know what
You should've bought a used car
It's but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same, but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same, but it ain't no bang to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's a shame, it's a shame, uh,
C
F
uh, for the late, oh, uh
My partner
Michael done went out
and bought a wagon
Now he the shit around the hood
and the fool braggin'
How he got his shibe lil' ride
with the fire paint job
Gold
Dana
Danes on their tires, eight inches wide
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The game got him sittin' kinda pretty
C
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But things are startin' to change,
so it's gettin' kinda shitty
I'm thinkin',
C
good thing he got a stash on the side
Dm
F
But stupid ass decides to
spend that on his ride
Hooks up, sound,
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bought him a spotter kit
Drove to
Baton
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Rouge, and they never put oil in his shit
Not a bitch broke,
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covered with smoke
C
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He couldn't pay a tow truck,
let alone them fuckin'
Carlos
C
And he beepin' me, 911,
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like every fucked up move in a smooth go come
Dm
But he should've beeped a nigga from
Jump
C
Street
Dm
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An d I'd have showed the
C
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Lamar how he would still
be in the front seat
C
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But no, he gotta be like the crew
And all them
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shit gon' get repossessed too
That some of the dumbest
F
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Tryna outdo each other
F
But the whole shit, should've brought a
U's so
It's it ain't no thang to me
Fool, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame,
but it ain't no thang to me
Yeah, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Fool, I'm rollin' in a hood thing
It's a shame, it's a shame,
uh, uh, boy, it ain't no
C
Dm
C
Dm
C
Jack, jiggity -jag, niggas stick em up
C
gettin' buck behind trucks
F
Dm
I don't have a lowrider,
C
F
but I'm right beside her
Bitch with a drop -top monster
C
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She may not be lookin' for trouble,
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C
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but she sure found it
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Put that fuckin' purse in the car and keep
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your face to the ground, bitch
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C
Don't move, you won't be hurt
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Don't even try to glance at me, hoe
Whap, skrrt, face down
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Dm
C
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Now the cops done came around
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C
Forty -four days later,
the truck done been found
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Dm
They gon' need dental record
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s to recognize this mothafucka
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Plus, lil' mama wasn't covered
They done took the seat,
took the sound
With the dashboard halfway sold
C
All the shit, and just left that
C
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C
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Diamond in the back, sun roof top
Nah, the bitch ain't got shit,
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I feel sorry for lil' mama
C
But that's the kind of drama
When you stuntin' like a big -timer
Now you in a bus lookin'
fucked in high heels
Everybody knew you because
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of the truck
Now that motherfucker gone
and this bitch ain't fucked
Cause lil' mama thought she
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But she wasn't but the dumbest
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F
bitch that I ever saw
Who shoulda bought a used car
It's same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's the same but it ain't no thing to me
I'm rollin' in a hoop thing
It's a shame, it's a shame, boy,
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Dm
C
Dm
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C
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Dm
C
there ain't no pain
Dm
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C
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a llama, man.
Man, that nigga so close to me.
I can see his people going on.
Nigga, who the fuck that is?
That's your girl.
You who the fuck with her?
Nah, man.
Pussy ain't got no face, nigga.
Bring me by the bitch,
I'm telling you,
that bitch look like a duck.
That bitch look like a duck.
Ay, ay, who that, who that, who that?
Her name's
Siwan.
Oh,
Siwan!
Huh?
Quack, burrito,
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fuck all you pussy eating crackhead motherfuckers.
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