Ain't a Damn Thang Changed

Ain't nothing changed, you know what I'm sayin'?

Still the same old same old, WC still in effect

Yo, break it down, Jinx

Damn, suckers got  me pickin' up my pen again

Swingin' on my jogger like Tarzan

Lookin' for a change, hopin' my head swole

Thinkin' that I'm rich 'cause I made a little video

Shakin' my hand, oh, yeah right, now I'm a cool brother

But as soon as I step off, you're callin' me a sucker

Spam because I did bust a Benz on Lorenzo's

Hangin' on the boulevard, frontin' on the flow show

You know it's funny when you start makin' money

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry wanna be your buddy, buddy

The same one that dissed you, now it's a list of

First that used to riff, now they all in your ****, yo

I'm lookin' at you laughin', poppin' your lip

Rippin' my zipper onstage, can't pay the bill with a limp

Y'all don't wanna give it up to me now that I'm gettin' pumped

Run around like Calamine, the same old Dub

Do I know where I come from? Who's my friend?

Who's responsible for this little spot that I'm in?

Yo, I see 'em all playin', in my car when I drive by

Tellin' all my homies, "Yo, he ain't that fly"

The beat just 'cause I made a record

The record supposed to make me better

Than the next man, erase that game plan

'Cause I'm still down to bust a cap, then backslap

Those who pop rap at the mouth like Ex-Lax

And they like wanna test me, then step right up, bro

My number's the same, oh, by the way, it's in the ghetto

I'm sorry that couldn't flaunt the fortune and fame

But when it comes to the Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed)

Ain't a damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed, sucker, how could you figure?

Coolio and Crazy Toons will never sell out, ****

Sportin' khakis and t-shirts, beanies and Starter caps

And land funky raps on the dope track

Should I dance all-out for a couple of dollars

Or sell away my soul to put a rope on my collar?

I was taken from the messed-up, the lost, and missing

Rappin' down a dark road on my way to prison

Stick me in a studio, put me on the radio

Told me to perpetrate like I was a hero

But 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, fakin' like a killer?

With a long black 'Llac like a small-time dope dealer

Diamonds on my finger and women at my feet, huh

A house that I don't own and no respect on the street

Might be detained, 'cause I ain't trained

Let me explain, when it comes to Coolio (Ain't a damn thing changed)

Ain't a damn thing changed

Whoever said livin' in the spotlight was simple as one, two, three

Ha, they must've been slippin' on a tuna leaf

'Cause man, I ain't used to this unusual behavior

Now everyone's a friendly neighbor

The same girls, way back, who told me to go to hell

Is tippin' backstage, wanna go to the motel

And everyone pretendin' they was down from the giddy-up

Tryin' to call you by your first name and stuff

Yo, and all these fake promoters steppin' to the circle

Remember how you treated us twelve months ago?

Yo, oh, 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 you

Suckers don't fade me, poppin', hoggin' my jogger

I keep to myself and I step with the pep

The lyrics of death, tell me how it sound, G (Cool)

Word, well, since I gotta prove that I'm the same

And still remain droppin' 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)

Ain't a damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed

Ain't a damn thing changed