WC And The Maad Circle - Ain't a Damn Thang 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, s**ers 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 s**er 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, s**er, how could ya figure? Coolio and Crazy Toons will never sell out, n***a 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 k**er 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 s**er duck) Yeah, remember that the capital W told ya s**ers don't fade me, popping hogging my jock I keep to myself and I step with the pep The lyrics of d**h, 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)