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
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Lo stesso vecchio gioco.
both feet, this the way it goes... Never stop, never slow, Locomotive overthrow... [Verse 2:] Money, cash, fame and glory, Me? It's all truth. You? Same old
I really meant I love you You're my best friend, thanks for listening [Verse 2] Dear Craig What up bones? How it goes? Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
drained out You got burnt, caught spittin my name out Caught you in the same house, bubblin Gain stealth in this game, I got to let my pain out To torch
individual Exercise your game man Cause things is changin' and rearrangin' Exercise your game man Just use your brain man don't run the same game Exercise your game
the type of brothers That smarter than most A cold hearted overdose Of lyrical antidotes The cure to make sure My karma can't take me down Up to the same old
from the safe spent Got building blocks out, making a house Mama with her cheese blocks setting traps for a mouse You watching her same loving hands that absorb pain
as she's trying to get everything, from my house and my cars to my gold rings. Trying to drain a brother just like dreino, you know the same old situation
inside your household was hungry, ??? I remember my neighbor was telling me to watch my mouth Our lights was out, we runnin extension cords from house to house
Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]
-huh) Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) I want house money, Jag money (what
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
Put down your things Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring No matter how many pounds you bring It sounds like the same old thing R-O-C is
cause pain [Jay-Z] Police in the background, screamin put the thing down That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down Si-rens ringin out, old ladies
pain [Jay-Z] Police in the background, screamin put the thing down That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down Si-rens ringin out, old ladies
figured life was merry 5 Years later Im feeling like [???] Maybe Im exhausted, maybe I just lost it Maybe I should pick up a pen, try and force it Same old
wearin' wings Sittin' in the Coupe' - smokin' pounds a day Just because I got chips I remained the same Niggaz recognize the real when I'm shootin' my game
