King T, Kool G Rap, Big Tray Deee - Nothin' Has Changed lyrics

Cause a nigga been drinkin
That muthafuckin' XO haha!
"Nothing has changed"

I guess they really didn't care
How famous he is cause every time I hit the
Mic I kick gangsta shit
Known to be the alcoholic funk
Best believe it
The Rolex, lowkey, gotta see it
Took it from a nigga
Barely had the finger on the trigger
Comp-town, Hub City slicker
Servin' like a G, what, the BG hit a stick?
Now he yellin' "Westside Crip!"
Man, slap that fat bitch with the millimeter
Old sweet Nina, you don't wanna see her
God damn, let me tell these fools who I am
Every letter worth a hundred grand
King T's the best, man
I won't front or tell a lie
The best man you got gon' die
And all these young niggas talkin' 'bout
How they servin' it tight
Well, this is Westside Compton fo' life
Biatch

"Nothing has changed
Even the bang remains the same"
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
"We still needs to funk" (In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo woo
"Nothing has changed (nothing has changed) "

Black mafioso, my mafia family's loco
Cuckoo like Cocos
We leave hoes widows like Yoko
Fingers on puppet strings the logo
Blowin' those with too much Sunoco
Leavin' 'em motionless like photos
We gets the dough, though
You know, condos in Acapulco
Suites in the Nikko
We creep and flood the street
With mountains of perico
Underworld costra nosta
Nothin' but blood oaths and
Thugs and soldiers
Hearse chauffeurs and dirt blowers
Playin' you close to touch
You with the toasters
Fill you with slugs just like
A thug's supposed to
In my arena you meet the Glock Seventeena
Nina the screamer, the soul redeemer
Body steamer, head with lead cleaner
The sweet dreamer
Niggas bust caps with fully gats
Put two in your hat and leave
Your ass flat takin' a nap
And it's like that the G Luciano
King T finale
That's how we be wildin' with our
Cali cats New York stylee

"Nothing has changed
Even the bang remains the same"
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
"We still needs to funk" (In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo woo
"Nothing has changed (nothing has changed) "

Word mane
My brain contain so much game it's pathetic
Got niggas eatin' my shit up
Way before I said it
Recognizin' ours in this to be respected
Accepted for the vicious style I step with
Punks'd rather exit than ever to flex with
The serial killer eatin' niggas for breakfast
I jack the slipper for
The chippers he flipped
Then I check the clip and flip it
If his wish is to trip
Keep my enemies in misery
They can't get rid of me
I been a G from elementary to penitentiary
They mention me in all speeches
Cause, I represent Long Beach
To eastern far reaches the hard thesis
Ain't nothin' soft in the scripture
I picture gettin' richer with
The risk that's adventure
Cash and hoes and fashion
Clothes and blastin' foes
And mashin' in assassin mode, it don't stop

"Nothing has changed
Even the bang remains the same"
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
"We still needs to funk" (In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo woo
"Nothing has changed (nothing has changed) "

"Or is the way that you picture me
Colored by the way you've been treated in
A situation that comes to mind"