| Yeah, Yeah | |
| It's all good | |
| It's already i | |
| Yeah, it's already understood | |
| Ain't nothin | |
| Still the same old, that's all | |
| Ain't nothin change fool{ | |
| Verse one} [Curren$y] | |
| Uhh Nigga for what? | |
| Get down with them suckers when | |
| I'm high as fuckand they under us | |
| Catch ya crook and ya neck | |
| I'm tryin' watch the jets | |
| Mr.Tokyo drift, spin ya'in on a vet | |
| Lookin' for ya bitch fool | |
| Take one guess she caught up in the rapture | |
| Wakin and bakin | |
| I need a greatest hits blastin | |
| Petal mashin, paper twistin, scrape a engine | |
| Rag racer, no 3 | |
| D glasses just a high ass rapper | |
| Spitta, nigga in the building | |
| Nah I'm on the roof chillen | |
| The pool up here, couple chicks | |
| I grew up with | |
| Bottles in the cooler | |
| If ya don't know how to do it homie | |
| I'll school ya | |
| Barrell roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers | |
| Makin hot wheels outta hookahs, | |
| Holdin it down like balloon strings{ | |
| Chorus}Uhh, it's all good | |
| Ain't gotta be said | |
| It's all ready understood | |
| Ain't nothin, | |
| Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool) | |
| Ain't nothin' change but the address | |
| We still the same old niggas switchin the script | |
| But we still playin' the same roll, that's all | |
| Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool) | |
| Ain't nothin change{ | |
| Verse two} [Stalley] | |
| Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long | |
| Tryin' to figure out raps to put up in a song | |
| Nights long but the day short | |
| Night shorts, all girls sock shootin three's, lounge care | |
| Long beard you can tell | |
| I ain't from round here | |
| Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives | |
| Call em back tell my mama | |
| I make itNot come place it with the life style | |
| Feels good but it's hard to crack a smile | |
| When the ones you came up with not around | |
| Roll a joint after pickin through the pound | |
| Whole perception done changed | |
| Funny how at 3 how a flight can make ya life change | |
| Tight things | |
| I be thinkin on | |
| When I'm driftin in and out of herb clouds | |
| Hangin on every second of the moment | |
| So you can feel all the memories | |
| I come home with | |
| And for those that miss me | |
| I'll be back don't trip | |
| In the mirror with this shift kick | |
| Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick | |
| Plottin in the tropics thinkin' how | |
| I'm gone run ish | |
| Back in the states when | |
| I'm leavin{ | |
| Chorus}Uhh, it's all good | |
| Ain't gotta be said | |
| It's all ready understood | |
| Ain't nothin, | |
| Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool) | |
| Ain't nothin' change but the address | |
| We still the same old niggas switchin the script | |
| But we still playin' the same roll, that's all | |
| Ain't nothin' changed but the address (fool) | |
| Ain't nothin change |