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