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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)

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