[Chorus]
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang
[Verse 1: Coolio Da Unda Dogg]
Back 2 da basics but I won't sell 'gnac
See, I got get back, muthafuck the jacks
Strapped me a gat just in case of the rat pack
I've, got a nine to five to survive
My boss keep sweatin' me, workin' me for days
Shit, can a nigga get a raise?
Man, I got a child to support and this ain't workin'
Can't pop yay 'cause the police is lurkin'
It's gettin' to point where I'm 'bout to say 'fuck it'
Jackin' muthafuckas in a bucket
Then I'll be back where I started, straight cold-hearted
My family would look at me retarded, disregarded
'Cause I must get risk legit
Cop a Benz with a kit and they can't do shit
See, they got theirs, and y'all got y'alls
And now it's time to get mine and plus I got balls
Pause for a sec as a nigga run a check on this microphone
To see if it's on
[Chorus]
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang
[Verse 2: Coolio Da Unda Dogg]
I called a few friends
To see if they could front me some ends
They all talking about 'it depends'
What I need it for—now ain't that strange?
How money make muthafuckas change
And I 'bout had it with this job, choppin' down wood
While my homies choppin' ki's in the hood, livin' good
And I can't stand one more case
Because the judge would throw the book dead in my fuckin' face
That's why everybody's willin' to die
To get a fat piece of the pie
I'm coming up dry, my pockets on chap
I'm thinking about pimpin' the hoods up with the gat
Silly of me, how dumb could I be?
It's time to make a call to the homie MD
Can a nigga get plugged? I hear you got juice
And I got a few albums I'd like to produce
Don't sweat the style, 'cause I got flow
That why I called your ass to let you know
[Chorus]
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang
[Verse 3: Coolio Da Unda Dogg]
Now, everything's fine, no more grind
The feds can't stick me with no more time
I told my boss that he can kiss my black ass
'Cause being on his team no longer gon' last
I make my rounds, through the Jordan Downs
Then off to the Crest, hittin' zest by the pounds
No more set trippin' unless you wanna trip
With my cess, smoke your ass like a Vietnam vet
I bet I'll go far if I pursue to be a star
Eatin' chitlins and ham, and I could give a damn
'Bout Uncle Sam, 'cause my army's getting paid
Hittin' them with them lyrics that they know they can't fade
So I stop, scheming up a mission to plot
Avoiding three hots and a cot
I gotta give a shout to my niggas in the pen
'Cause without your help, I wouldn't have no win
Gave an end to my moms and I drop the bombs
And just like the homeboy Wams, I'm Back 2 da basics
[Chorus]
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
[Interlude]
Doin', doin', doin' the same ol' thing, yeah
Doin' the same old thing, oh
[Chorus]
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back 2 da basics)
Doin' the same ol' thang (Back, back 2 da basics)
[Outro (over Chorus): Coolio Da Unda Dogg]
Yeah, what's up? C-double O-L-I-O Da Unda Dogg
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