new sound politic jacked from your crown leaving stains on your brain, simple and plain and like I told you before, ain't a damn thing changed! yeah, and
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
some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset I grab a cassette, and pop
up in the rap game Livin like a [???], bustlin spare change Drivin a bucket, livin in a shack Tryin to make the best out of what I had, usin a pen and
got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin a three-piece suit, you gotta gangbang I walked in a rest', bout to order, and People starin like a
my bag and grab my gat And have the Maad Circle put me down on contract And lay low like a snake in the grass Change my profile and do away with the past
about a runaway Front for his friends and spendin all his ends on his women, his dope and alcohol binges My brother, my mother and me got two's and fews
and 15th, these strongs on his life But a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal Straight from the street