Intro: WC
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Yeah, ain't nothing changed, know what I'm saying?
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Still the same old same old, W.C. still in effect
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Yo, break it down Jinx
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Verse One: WC
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Damn, suckers got me picking up my pen again
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Swinging on my jock like Tarzan
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Looking for a change, hoping my head swoll
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Thinking I'm rich cause I made a little video
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Shaking my hand, yeah right, now I'm a cool brother
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But as soon as I step off, you're calling me a sucker
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Mad, because I bust a Benz on Lorenzos
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Hanging on the boulevard fronting on the flow show
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You know it's funny when you start making money
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Every Tom, Dick, and Harry want to be your buddy
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The same ones that dissed ya, now it's a list of
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First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo
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I'm looking at you laughing, popping your lip
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Ripping my zipper onstage, can pay the bail with a limp
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Y'all don't want to give it up to me now that I'm getting pumped
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Run around like Calamine, the same old Dub
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Do I know where I come from, who's my friends?
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Who's responsible for this little spot that I'm in?
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Yo, I see them all playing in my car when I drive by
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Telling all my homies "Yo, he ain't that fly"
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The beat just cause I made a record the record
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So please don't make me better than the next man, erase that gameplan
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Cause I'm still down to bust a cap then backslap
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Those who pop rap at the mouth like Ex-Lax
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And those who wanna test me, step right up, bro
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My number's the same, oh by the way, it's in the ghetto
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I'm sorry that I can't flaunt the fortune and fame
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But when it comes to the Dub (Ain't a damn thing changed)
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Verse Two: Coolio
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Ain't a damn thing changed, sucker, how could ya figure?
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Coolio and Crazy Toons will never sell out, nigga
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Sporting khakis and T-shirts, beanies and Starter caps
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And land funky raps on the dop tracks
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Should I dance on it for a couple of dollars?
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Or sell away my soul to put a rope on my collar?
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I was taken from the missed of the lost and missing
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Rapping on dark road on my way to prison
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Stuck me in the studio, put me on the radio
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Told me to perpetrate like I was a hero
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I ain't with that, Toons got my back
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Do I have to use a gat to show you where I'm at?
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Or pose with a forty ounce and fake like a killer
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With a long black Cack like a small-time dope dealer
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Diamonds on my finger and women at my feet
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A house that I don't own and no respect on the street
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Might be detained, cause I ain't trying
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Let me explain, when it comes to Coolio (Ain't a damn thing changed)
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Verse Three: WC
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Whoever said living in the spotlight is simple as one, two, three
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Ha, they must have been sipping on a ?Twizzeline?
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Cause man I ain't used to this unusual behavior
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Who wants a friendly neighbor?
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Girls way back that told me to go to hell
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Is sitting backstage, want to go to the motel
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MC's that pretending that they was down from the giddy up
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Trying to call you by your first name and stuff
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Yo, and all these fake promoters stepping to the Circle
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Remember how you treated us 12 months ago?
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Yo, you didn't know bro, now you want a show
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Toons tell 'em what's up (Give it up sucker duck)
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Yeah, remember that the capital W told ya
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Suckers don't fade me, popping hogging my jock
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I keep to myself and I step with the pep
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The lyrics of death, tell me how it sounds, G (Cool)
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Waord, since I have to prove that I'm the same
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And still remain dropping dogs in this rap game
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To make it all simple and plain
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Well let me put it like this: (Ain't a damn thing changed)
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Ain't A Damn Thing Changed
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W.C. |