Ain't A Damn Thing Changed Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

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)