get us, better bring protection I could rock a Texan, I could rock an Asian I could rock the spectrum from black to caucasian CHORUS: It's the same old, same old
Preklad: House Of Pain. Same Old hry.
Money, Nigga you can't chocha, It's about to get real ugly, Amarosa, YM vultures, there ain't a family doper, We done changed the way the game looks,
a fuck and man, that shit hurts Used and abused, no pain no gain Sure them hoes tried to play us but I'm still in the game Still in the game, after
going to come back, watch So break it down, watch We're going to break it down old school style This is the old school type right? Short Dogg's in the house
me and then I probably do the same if I ever could I'll forever be repping the same game rapping off thinking I promise I'll get the same thing in the
We run from red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain,
glow sticks [Chorus] Throw your hood up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts chorus] [Bridge one: Pain & Cee] [Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what? [Pain
not to cause pain Police in the background, screamin', "Put the thing down" That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down Sirens ringin' out, old
takes pain to make the brain a little smarter When I think the rain will stop it only starts to rain harder Part of the game is niggaz wanna become famous And doin' the same
my buzz on 'Cause on some other shit, I'm keeping it on the under bitch So much pain I overcame, same thang Me, E-40 and Game came from the same gang
who think they getting old Since childhood they?ve been callin you an old soul Now bop that head its hip hop irony For twenty sum odd years probably Actin the same
heart Oh my God koopsta just been robbed I hope you feel me I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling In bloody red Just same old same for the koopsta
crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars I know the pain the game bring, I did the same
man's loss is no man's gain In the poker game of pain. No two hands are ever the same In the poker game of pain. "I'll see your hurt and raise you mine
. Beat knock, is anybody home, transformed so homie lets get it on (get it on). Cuz man I aint the sizame {same}, since the substitute took my place in the gizame {game
gon? bring more pain I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass See, I can play games too
either it's do or die Under the influence of the game .. Already been through the love and the pain Feelin's to him that one in the same .. Gotta
