Lyrics:
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
on the prowl, the glory and chase
He was shot in the same style, the story negates
We're all scathe & living in this land of the free
Only taught me one thing,
here the same old song...
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I'm out here
INTRO
Hey yo Prince!
What's up my Brother?
Let's do this old school
clright I gat you
(Haha)
You Ready?
Yeah
Let's go
Chorus
Never gets old
Trains, they will go where they're told
We'll listen to those stories in coach
And learn a few words we don't know
Sailing south in two
of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do
of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
of passion
Jealousy and hate
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny
It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
Don't leave my crib to be surrounded by these peasants
I don't got no frame
White bitch sniff cocaine
13 diamond chains
Old bitch said I'm not
the radio he looks 15 years
Old, like he's in here for
Stealing gum there's Lawson
Who gave me the magazines and
Taught me how to
Use the phone twenty-one
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rockin' alone in
Running the same old stories bout the things that I did
Man on a mission
On a journey with no name
Pretender
Pretend your peers feel the same
Pole position
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
want, but no doe
Buying some old cars, call them grown folks
Hit a lick, take a bitch
To the mall to get a fit
If you say I'm trickin
I say "I'm just
the pilgrimage from the Deep South to our Mecca
The Southside
Yeah, from behind the burglar bars of my mama's back yard
I watched as passing cars stopped
How come we are
Tormented souls again
We came so far
But we were negligent
Our seeds were sown
But here we are
Telling the same old
Same old story
Yeah she a baddie from Cal Poly
From the south side of LA
She should come up to the hills
She told me I'm a player
Nah I just can't catch the feels
Zach and Cole World barely one years old
Now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told
Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was
Camden is where I'm from
A place where I belong
With a home by the river
This is my song, this is my song
Ohh Camden is on the map
South west
Yeah
I said it's on tonight
New kicks with a brand new ride
Same story but it got two sides
Same guy same money but it got way high
Same flex higher
So it is what it is
Blaze time stories of another bish
Yeah it is what it is
Blaze time stories of another bish
It's like all's we do is fight
NJ
Ever since I was 5 years old
I'm 22 now
When I was just 11
I discovered the truth bout
My residence
Mama didn't tell me
Cause she didn't want me
And meet your fucking neighbours
It's painful why would I stay for
Same old story gory allegories bore me
Need I say more?
I'm a staple of my town now it's
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