Lyrics Nothing's Changed - Soulzay, Slim Guerilla

Nothing's Changed

I keep it player than most
Pimping pens, bending corners in my El Do'
They try to tell me it ain’t easy, but I can’t tell though
These crash test dummies snitching on themselves bro
Keep them squares out my circle where my money flow
Laying low, and every joint be burning slow
Do the show, grab the dough, I’m out this hoe
And then I’m back in the ride, you know I stay high
White tee with some shorts, and a player still fly
Money don’t make the man, the man make them pants
I don’t need no advance, if shit ain’t in my plans
I’d rather gt it myself, 'cause I own all my shit
You see me smoking, don’t ask m to pass, 'cause you can’t get no hit
I rolled it by myself, so Ima smoke it by myself
I got it on my own, never ask for nobody help
Same shit I been, same fool, ain’t nothing changed
I’d rather ride oldschool, never in the Range
SG Bruce Lee, watch me make this track flip
I’m just a Rocket chilling with a Dallas Maverick
I got my lady cooking for me, and that’s a bad bitch
Back rubs up on this thug, she’s not average
A lotta people always ask her where’s my bars at?
You need to hop up off my back, and in my ballsack
I think you need to worry about your girl and where she at
Prolly in the nigga bed, doing jumping jacks
SG Rilla always know that’s how the game play
I gotta tell these motherfucking nigga’s bitches that I been this way
We been this way
SG Rilla Mane and that boy Soulzay
We been this way
We been this way
SG Rilla Mane and boy Soulzay