Story Behind The Song

Listening to the radio got tired of hearing the same stuff.

Song Description

Talks about how music now a days sounds the same.

Lyrics

One Two, EH, EH, here we go EH.

It be the same old raps from the same old cats,
Talking about the same old coochie from the same old rats.

It be the same old beats with the same old loops,
Running around the same old circle in the same old hoop.

Talking about the same old coupe, with the same fat wheels,
It be the same old emblem, on the same old grill.

It be the same old kill from the same old gun,
It be the same old story, thug on the run.

Talking about the same old diamonds in the same old gold,
Recycled twice from the same old store.

It be the same old roli, with the same old ice,
It be the same old bracelet, with the same old price.

It be the same old clique, with the same old talk,
It be the same old pimp, with the same old walk.

It be the same cats, with the same delivery,
With the same old look, and the same old theory.

It be the same old crap, from the same old chaps,
It be the same old bling, from the same gold caps.

It be the same old platinum, with the same old chain,
Recycled from the people from the same last name.

It be the same old models, with the same old look,
It be the same old catch, with the same old hooks.

It be the same old drink, it be the same old smoke,
It be the same old weight, of the same old dope.

Girl I am so sick and tired, of seeing these same old broke, no child support paying, nappy head, wanna be baller, living at home with no car, wanna be a star, wanna take me home , wanna by me a drink, fake nigga.

It be the same old tricks, it be the same old chicks,
Making the same old movies, it be the same cheap flicks.

It be the same old heels, it be the same old dress,
The same old drama, baby momma mess.

It be the same old check, the same old day,
It be the same old bills that need to get paid.

It be the same old heat, in the same old holster,
The same old picture, Scarface poster.

The same old crib, the same old bed,
It be the same old lips that be giving you head.

It be the same old brains, from the same old dames,
The same old hurt, the same old pain.

It be the same old strain, the same old struggle,
It be the same disappointment when they burst your bubble.

The same old party, the same dj,
The same episode, the same cliché.

It be the same questions from the same old voice,
The same old answers from the same old choice.

It be the same old noise, from the same old streets,
The same old drama from the same old creeps.

The same old money, the same old hands,
The same old plot, the same old plan.

The same old freak, the same old hoe,
The same old sex after the same old show.


Chorus

It be the same old thang, it be the same old thang, everybody look around you it?s the same old thang. Its the same old thang , It?s the same old thang, everybody look around you it?s the same old thang.

It?s the same old thang (repeat)