Mc Eiht - Ain't Nuttin' Changed (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Premier] REMIX!!! [MC Eiht]: Yeah! Yeah! Ye-Yeah!!!! [Scratch Hook] (Blaq Poet) "When I come through the hood" - Akon 'I Still k**' (You know it's poppin) Ain't nothin changed (You know it's on) When I come through the hood (You know it's poppin) Ain't nothin changed (You know it's on) [Verse One: MC Eiht] (When I come through the hood) Still reppin the hood On foot patrol with a .38-snub Hoes lovin the G, one-time's on post Hopin a n***a snitch, hope he, sellin the most Geah, will still follow the code Couple of n***as stretched when the work got sold Keepin it all hood, dress code never switch Compton all day, these G's never snitched Ghetto birds skip the area (through the hood) they still fly Reportin the homicide when cars drive by Ain't a damn thang changed, everybody got vexed In the neighborhood spot, with a couple hood rats Geah, n***as for life so it's all year round Compton's still the same so you know how we get down Geah! Yeah, Eiht get it cracking Still a Menace so it be no acting [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Young Maylay] (When I come through the hood) ...I'm in the six-cuatro Hoppin 'cause it's hot, the drop and squat the block low (Oh) I'm not yo' ordinary thang, manye In L.A., {EXTRAORDINARY GANG BANG} Territorial marks, right on the wall Broad day to nightfall, they ain't fightin wit' y'all (Naw!) We poppin and chippin, poverty stricken Honestly a lotta robberies are rockin a chick Ain't nothin changed, we wear khakis and Chucks' T-shirts, hat to the back, exactly wa**up See you probably like me if you ride with the heat I survive and eat, identifyin with the streets Don't think I'm a switch, get rich and then front Cause when I'm finish with this, this where I end up East to westside -- yes, that's on my momma Maylay, L.A., popper from the Dodgers [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Blaq Poet] (When I come through the hood) WHAT!!! You know it's love love Chillin with the thugs and my duns light the dutch up n***a what the f**'s up? I'm all good You don't wanna see me runnin up through your hood Dressed in all black, from head to toe Got your own goons sayin "Why you mess with Po'?" I don't give a f**, who they say is next to blow They just ringtone rappers and they already know What? Ain't nothin changed, I spit flames forever I'm hardcore like whips, chains and leather I got sh** locked, New York to this block Time's up, tick tock, move slow, get popped On the real yo I ain't even feelin n***as Over twenty years in the game lyrically k**ing n***as Reppin my hood checkin the weapons it's good Steppigng all over n***as reps in they neck of the woods [Scratch Hook]