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