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)