It's All The Same Lyrics - Singles - The Click

Nigga, come on, nigga, yeah 

Take it to the house 

Yeah, yeah, yeah Dub C, 40 Widah 

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 2236 

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 shit 

Get to trippin' and shit, get the sock in this bitch 

Get to turnin' Doctor Jekyll on hoes 

'Cause if he flauntin' dough, he can't take the blows 

Ay ho, ay ho 

Get 'em again, get 'em again 

Pick yo celly up, I wanna fuck 

Ho, what's happenin' back at cha? 

Get it at cha, once the pussy askin' 

You know that ignorant bastard 

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 pussy lips 

Let them suckers 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 fuck you by my studio councils 

Poundin' a shady nigga layin' the wood 

Video tapin' me hittin' it from the back 

Throwin' up the hood, yeah, you like that bitch 

The square ass weights tellin' you ain't never been choked 

Or done fucked by a felon, no K-Y jellin', just tryin' to inhale it 

So when ya ready for the real bitch hit me on my cellin' 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(It's all gravy whodi) 

Wherever we go 

(Nigga, please believe) 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(Fo' sheezy, baby) 

Wherever we go 

I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I claim fame 

I do my thug thesis, got the world singin' speak of me 

I do no jockin' the clock don't stop clockin' 

I'm a top notch and my itinerary stay crackin' 

I'm mackin' boss bitch, 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 

Check the pass 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 bitches to rub 

I thug for mine that's the difference with me 

From the ball playin' nigga that ya see on TV 

I escalate up to the spot on the Hill 

Fill you up with Hennessey and ecstasy pills 

Fuck you in the mind if ya just sit still 

Opened up some game and I let that spill 

Bitches love playas 'cause they keep that real 

The shit is all the same, ya feel 

Yeah, it's all international baby, ya feel 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(It's all gravy whodi) 

Wherever we go 

(Nigga, please believe) 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(Fo' sheezy, baby) 

Wherever we go 

But every time I spit this game 

These L I P's these niggas 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 fuck you think you dealin' with? 

I hold up, I ain't gon' rescue no bitch 

I'll slap ya upside ya nooda, bitch 

Talkin' that shit, I'ma buy ya ass some Prada 

Some Norman Camali, the Mazda MX or Miati 

I ain't gon' lie you got some good ass lush fire punana 

But I ain't sprung even though you been handlin' on 

Been suckin' the peel off the banana with yo big ass lips and gums 

Swallowin' down my cum, runnin' around there 

With yo big ass tongue, you're hangin' out your thong 

You wanna stay with ya hard ass workin', baby, dada 

He loves ya dirty draws, he'll drink ya bath water 

He'll let ya ass 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 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(It's all gravy whodi) 

Wherever we go 

(Nigga, please believe) 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(Fo' sheezy, baby) 

Wherever we go 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(It's all gravy whodi) 

Wherever we go 

(Nigga, please believe) 

It' all the same 

(These hoes wanna marry a nigga) 

The same ol' game 

(Then turn around and bury a nigga) 

It's all the same 

(Fo' sheezy, baby) 

Wherever we go