Ain't Nuttin Changed Lyrics

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Still an everyday thang
Ridin' dirty in the cutlass mang
Still an everyday thang
Hopin niggas don't get busted
Still an everyday thang
Rollin' illegal in a regal
Still an everyday thang
Down here police are doin' evil

Dip, dip, dippin in my Caddy coupe
Me and my dawg
Floss as we coast
OG's to the heart
Top peeled back,
Smellin purple it's good
No particular destination,
We just circle the hood
Pull up to the spot,
suckas hate like they do (true)
But they never run up on me,
cause they know that I'll shoot (true)
So walk on in the corner store,
cop me a brew
Them hataz like "whassup"
I'm like "whats poppin witchu"
I got no time for all that fast shit
Niggas bein' sarcastic
So I'mma let it pass this time
And keep on mashin by
I cop me a 40 of some Olde English 800
Hand on my piece in case these niggas try some dumb shit
Paid for the brew,
Soon as I exit the store
The po-po pull up on a nigga,
Sweatin' 'oh no!'
But they don't know a nigga got a loaded fo-fo
And I got no intentions on goin' to prison no mo

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Jet, jet, jet the fuck out was my first reaction
Through the alley, hit the fence
My 40 went crashin
One copper's on my ass,
he yelled out "freeze, you bastard!"
He don't know that I can turn around
And squeeze this magnum
But I just kept dashin through the streets,
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And I can hear him callin mo police
For back up
Run faster, gotta get these coppas off my ass
Ya'll dont understand how I'm fucked,
If I get handcuffed
Spotted a trash can, schemin,
I ducked, hopin he'd pass up
And just like I planned
He ran by, got my ass up
Struck high the other way,
Just another day
In the city where I come from, cleveland
Called up my nigga Flossy Ross,
pick me up off the block
I'm by the crack house
And hurry up before the cops backtrack round
And try to catch me on the rebound,
This is how we get down
Livin' in the C-Town

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Shakin', shakin', shakin' dice with some boys in the hood
I was feelin' nice,
Had my money on the wood
Breakin niggas profits,
takin profit like I should
I'm glad I got my pistol,
Cause these niggas lookin' ugggghhh
Crooked niggas no good
Mug on my face
Like I will stain blood
Somebody scremed out "65"
And see down here, in cleveland
Dawg, 65 means "watch out"
I got the fuck up off the block
But I dropped some of my profit
I'm not tryin to get caught, my nigga
Fuck it, I'll chalk it
And just when I was thinkin that I shook em up off me
Them bitches crept up on me, on the creep
And they caught me
Now I'm in the county jail
Lookin at the judge
He said he had no love for us crooked ass thugs
Gave me 3-5, no gettin' twisted and buzzed
Asked me what I had to say,
I said "I don't give a fuck!"

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