Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't a Damn Thang Changed, artist - WC. Album song Best of the Past Hip-Hop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2011
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
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) |