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