Ain`t A Damn Thing Changed Lyrics

Ain`t A Damn Thing Changed lyrics

Intro: WC  

  

 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