Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't A Damn Thang Changed , by - WC & The Maad Circle. Release date: 21.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't A Damn Thang Changed |
| Yeah, ain’t nothing changed, know what I’m saying? |
| Still the same old same old, W.C. |
| still in effect |
| Yo, break it down Jinx |
| Verse One: WC |
| Damn, suckers got me picking up my pen again |
| Swinging on my jock like Tarzan |
| Looking for a change, hoping my head swoll |
| Thinking I’m rich cause I made a little video |
| Shaking my hand, yeah right, now I’m a cool brother |
| But as soon as I step off, you’re calling me a sucker |
| Mad, because I bust a Benz on Lorenzos |
| Hanging on the boulevard fronting on the flow show |
| You know it’s funny when you start making money |
| Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be your buddy |
| The same ones that dissed ya, now it’s a list of |
| First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo |
| I’m looking at you laughing, popping your lip |
| Ripping my zipper onstage, can pay the bail with a limp |
| Y’all don’t want to give it up to me now that I’m getting pumped |
| Run around like Calamine, the same old Dub |
| Do I know where I come from, who’s my friends? |
| Who’s responsible for this little spot that I’m in? |
| Yo, I see them all playing in my car when I drive by |
| Telling all my homies «Yo, he ain’t that fly» |
| The beat just cause I made a record the record |
| So please don’t make me better than the next man, erase that gameplan |
| Cause I’m still down to bust a cap then backslap |
| Those who pop rap at the mouth like Ex-Lax |
| And those who wanna test me, step right up, bro |
| My number’s the same, oh by the way, it’s in the ghetto |
| I’m sorry that I can’t flaunt the fortune and fame |
| But when it comes to the Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed) |
| Verse Two: Coolio |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed, sucker, how could ya figure? |
| Coolio and Crazy Toons will never sell out, nigga |
| Sporting khakis and T-shirts, beanies and Starter caps |
| And land funky raps on the dop tracks |
| Should I dance on it for a couple of dollars? |
| Or sell away my soul to put a rope on my collar? |
| I was taken from the missed of the lost and missing |
| Rapping on dark road on my way to prison |
| Stuck me in the studio, put me on the radio |
| Told me to perpetrate like I was a hero |
| I ain’t with that, Toons got my back |
| Do I have to use a gat to show you where I’m at? |
| Or pose with a forty ounce and fake like a killer |
| With a long black Cack like a small-time dope dealer |
| Diamonds on my finger and women at my feet |
| A house that I don’t own and no respect on the street |
| Might be detained, cause I ain’t trying |
| Let me explain, when it comes to Coolio (Ain't a damn thing changed) |
| Verse Three: WC |
| Whoever said living in the spotlight is simple as one, two, three |
| Ha, they must have been sipping on a? |
| Twizzeline? |
| Cause man I ain’t used to this unusual behavior |
| Who wants a friendly neighbor? |
| Girls way back that told me to go to hell |
| Is sitting backstage, want to go to the motel |
| MC’s that pretending that they was down from the giddy up |
| Trying to call you by your first name and stuff |
| Yo, and all these fake promoters stepping to the Circle |
| Remember how you treated us 12 months ago? |
| Yo, you didn’t know bro, now you want a show |
| Toons tell 'em what’s up (Give it up sucker duck) |
| Yeah, remember that the capital W told ya |
| Suckers don’t fade me, popping hogging my jock |
| I keep to myself and I step with the pep |
| The lyrics of death, tell me how it sounds, G (Cool) |
| Waord, since I have to prove that I’m the same |
| And still remain dropping dogs in this rap game |
| To make it all simple and plain |
| Well let me put it like this: (Ain't a damn thing changed) |