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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left 'Cos I've been blasting and laughing so long, that Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of You better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but i gotta loc As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight. Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise (repeat) Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) The getto situation, they got me facing I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta set tripping banger And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24 The way things are going I don't know Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cooking They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can't, I guess they won't I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise(repeat) Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the one's we hurt, are you and me (fade out) |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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Now I`ve seen places and faces
And things you ain`t never thought about thinking If you ain`t peek then you must be drinking and smokin` Pretending not to lockin` but you`re brokin` Let me get you open now Little Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner Just took her first hit off The pipe The other homie shot the other homie And ran away with his money And when the other homies heard about it They thought it was funny but who`s the dummy Now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can`t trust you Coz my crew is rollin` home and your crew is rollin` dusta And just because of that you act you don`t like the brother No more, uh, I guess that`s just the way it goes I ain`t tryina preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain`t prepared, I see you when you get there I`ll see you when you get there If you ever get there, see you when you get there I`ll see you when you get there if you ever get there See you when you get there ore temptation and faith I guess we livin` for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AK the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I`m just tryin to take care of my kids And handle my business coz it way too serious So you gotta pay close attention So you don`t get caught sittin` When they come and do all the gettin` Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse Someone`s gotta run a little faster Coz we gotta lay the strugle I`d be a fool to surrender When I know I can be a contender And if everybody`s a contender then everybody could be A winner, no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers and regardless of the time somebody else still love us I`m a scuff and strugle y`all breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I`ll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin` You need to loosen up and live a little and if they got kids let them know how you feelin` for your own sake give a little oh, you don`t want to hear that you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones`s is taking advantage of your own the realist homies got you but you known them longest but some ain`t missing a good thing until it`s gone could have built an empire if not for the jelousy that you righteous we prefare to keep our eyes shut to describe when it`s something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous until time seems right the problems seem endless put the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves together and if you feel you`re obligated then you need to get back in it coz nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pity and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side As we walk down the road of our destiny and the times when there was a the we got one push to give and one life to live stand up for something or lie down in your game listen to the song that we sing it`s up to you to make it big I guess I`ll see you when you see me |
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| 3:12 |
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1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor Gotta gotta get up to get down Gotta gotta get up to get down What up everybody so glad you're here It's Coolio with the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage But I'm still on a mission to see if I can Get your attention Now I want drops some information Just a little additive to your education I live my life by the code of the funk 600 watt AMP. 18s in the trunk When I'm on the streets ya gotta feel my beats So throw your hands up if you're down with the C Double O-L-I-O with the flow I'm lookin' for the party so let a brother know 1-2-3 it's like A-B-C if hip-hop didn't pay I'd rap for free 2: Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass (repeat 1, 1) If ya got beef then fool eat a pork chop Once I get it goin' ya know it don't stop I brake like anti-locks panties drop From hood to hood block to block Help I need somebody To get it goin' on in the party Baby you can do it take your time do it right We can drink some yak and do it all damn night My name ain't Wanda but I'll rock your world I get more bounce than a Jherry Curl Too many lookie-loos be lookin' for clues There's a party goin' on now whatcha gonna do So grab your partner do-see-do If you done know who it is it's Coolio (repeat 2, 1...) Push, push in the bush But don't step on the toes 'cause you might get smushed It's the brother from around the way And what I say I'm in the corner on three like Dr. Dre Comin' at 'em with a pattern and a fresh pair adams I hope he don't trip, 'cause I don't wanna have to gat 'em So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy Then when you sake that ass it's always amazin' Ain't no party like a west coast party 'Cause a west coast party don't stop So when you see a young nigga In a Chevy hittin' switches Then ya gotta give a nigga his props I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean Coolio got the potion to get the party open (rpt. 2, 1...) |
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| 3:54 |
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(feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop:] Yeah Yeah, what it do nephew It's crippin' cousin Big Snoop D O double G Oh yeah west west y'all We way over here in Italy Cuz you say man Italian man You know what I'm talkin' bout My nigga coolio out there doing real big Doing some of the shit Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together You know we in trouble [Coolio:] Kit kat, kick back homie don't you sit back And hype when the sound start To click like a click-clack Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at You rep don't got no respectance Time to go get that So lift that point that aim where's his dome at Show these punk niggas how we do when we warm up Roll that, roll that TVs on the Roll back caddies start to cap Twenty niggas in the throwback Get back you can't win that Don't pretend that, you ain't got no chance Put these balls where ya chin at Spit heat, get cheese That's how we move that Who that move that nigga where ya crew at You betta get ya money nigga Stack some chips Where the time of days ain't sunny nigga I hope ya mouth ain't runny nigga If it is, ya body gon' hop like bunny nigga [Chorus:] We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta see We got the gangsta walk Gangsta talk, gangsta way We got the gangsta way gangsta see |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Everybody listen up cause I'm about to get my speak on
Fools be trippin when it's time to get their freak on Runnin round town, puttin it down with-out no protection, for they erection When it's time for selection what's your direction? Before you make a choice, you betta do some inspection If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then Let me explain now Iesha slept wit Mark and Mark slept wit Tina And Tina slept wit Javier the first time he seen her Javier slept wit Lupe and Lupe slept with Rob Cuz he was rollin on beads and had a good ass job Rob slept wit Lisa who slept wit Steve and Steve was positive, H.I.V. What started off as a plan ended up in the plot Ya betta cool ya ass off cause it's too damn hot Chorus: J.T. Taylor Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot* Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot* Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made You're doin everything momma told ya not to do Now you're tryin to walk away cause ya know it's true Your sister can't explain, and your brother's ashamed to admit you both have the same last name I don't have to ask you where you've been Cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn "A mind is a terrible thing to waste" that was the slogan But now it's ninety-five and it's "Don't forget the Trojan" Explained it to her momma, before somebody get her Gotta hip her to the game of those smooth talkin niggaz Love is the word, seldom meant but often heard Latex safe sex you better learn Or get hip to the facts before you react or end up in a box on your back Sometimes you ask for what you want and, get what you got Don't get caught up in the plot, it's too damn hot *Chorus* Another day in the city and, oh what a pity Even though we did our duty things are still lookin shitty Everybody in the pack stacked, tryin to make some scratch Walkin in the rain but they ain't got no hat Understand how we livin in the nineties loc Nuclear waste, cannibalism, and pistol smoke Sex lies videotape and rape Just a little bump n grind can seal your fate We need to do something drastic, shit is gettin tragic And if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic Everybody an they momma preachin abstinence, these kids ain't checkin for absti-shit So put a condom in they hand and hope it don't bust Another victim of the lust, in God we trust What started off as a plan ended up in the plot Water can't cool it off cause it's too damn hot *Chorus 2.5X* + line 4: listen to Coolio line 5: the message comes from Coolio line 6: listen to Coolio line 7: the message comes from Coolio line 8: listen to Coolio line 9: the message comes from Coolio |
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| 3:58 |
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Come on y'all let's take a ride
don't you say shit just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip coz you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip grab your gat with the extra clip and, close your eyes and hit the switch We're going to a place where everybody kick it kick it, kick it, yeah... that's the ticket ain't no bloodin', ain't no cripin' ain't no punk-ass nigga's set trippin' everybody's got a stack and it ain't no crack and it really don't matter if you're white or black, I wanna take you there like the Staple Singers put something in the tank and I know that I can bring ya If you can't take the heat get yo' ass out the kitchen we're on a mission Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide with switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride ain't no valley low enough for mountain high I'm tryin' to find a place where I can live my life and maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice, a place where my kids can play outside without livin' in fear of a drive-by and even if I get away from them drive-by killers I still got to worry about those snitch-ass niggas I keep on searchingcand I keep on looking but niggas are the same from Watts to Brooklyn I try to keep my faith in my people but sometimes my people be acting like they evil you don't understand about runnin' with a gang coz you don't gang bang, and you don't have to stand on the corner and slang coz you got your own thang you can't help me if you can't help yourself you better make a left Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide I do what I do just to survive Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride that's why I pack my .45 Life is a bitch and then you die still tryin' to get a peace of the apple pie every game ain't the same, coz the game still remains don't it seem kinda strange, ain't a damn thing change if you don't work then you don't eat and only down-ass niggas can ride with me hop-hop-hop your five quickly down the block stay sucka-free and keep the busters off your jock you gotta have hart son, if you wanna go, watch this sweet chariot swing low ain큧 nobody cryin` ain큧 nobody dyin ain큧 nobody worried, everybody 큦 tryin nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin' if you wanna have something, you better start frontin' what ya gonna do when the 5 roll by you better be ready, so you can ride Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide when you're living in a city it's do or die Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride you better be ready when the 5 roll by just roll along- that's what you do just roll along- that's right just roll along- that's what you do just roll along- that's right do you want to ride with me, do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me,do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me, do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me,do you want to ride with me |
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| 4:13 |
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Ooh La La - Coolio
Uh, I sneak a forty like a cheetah And give a call to the wild when I greet her (Meow!) The coochie leader Bend on over and touch your toes And I can jump up on a dresser and strike a pose Uh, if you want it then you're ready and you're able, girl Pull up your skirt and we can do it on the pool table Your nipples look so tender Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender Cause ain't nothin but freakin I can keep it all day, all weekend And have you tweekin I be strokin, that's what I be doin And every position you assumin Uh, all night, all day If you stay I can rub you the right way (Hey!) If he go one time, I go three Cause that's how it is in the CPT Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) You're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty? Are you sure that we alone, all alone? (Yeah!) Lock the door and unplug the telephone (Telephone!) Light some candles let me get a look at your handles (Ooh-wee!) You got a body like a sex scandal So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch Turn around and let me see you from the back, ah shat! (Damn!) You know you bring out the freak in me I go deep in the peak, I hope you think of me Whenever you need some sexual healing We like two in a million Don't fight the feelin You ain't dealin with no rookie Yes I got a lot of nuts in my Tollhouse cookie Call up your bookie, put your money on the cement I'm puttin in work like a tag team free man I spark through the woods like a Recon And we can do it all night with the lights on Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Let's go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I hope you ain't the kind that acts a ditty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I'm tryin to get close to the kitty What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the bedroom, bathroom, livin room Outside in the yard, it's a full moon In the car, in the front seat, back seat On the trunk, on the hood, and it's all good I'll be the piece and you can be the booty And I'll work extra duty to please your coochie You can lay me on the bed and cuff me up Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up Dig your nails in my back, girl, play yo game You never come the same if we say yo name Is it real or a dream You make me scream When you rub my body with shaving cream Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss (Mmm-waah!) Cause you know it don't get no better than this (That's right!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Damn, you're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Girl, I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Come and get a taste of the ribby (Ribby!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Now, the kitty's kinda friendly What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream |
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| 2:59 |
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Chorus:
It's all the way live. It's all the way live. It's all the way live. It's all the way live. Why you take a chunk and go up for a dunk? An' I never been a punk but your girl calls me hunk Straight to the hoop an' I know how to shoot If you wanna know the truth then you better get the scoop Commin' up to miss wit' my mic in my fist An' everybod's lookin' so you know I gotta bit You take me, that can't be Shook an' took like all rookies So if you're a beginner an' you want wanna be a winner Then you better have some spinach with your dinner So just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride and keep you eye on the flies 'cause it's live Chorus What you see is what you get And what you got is a whole lotta sweat Blood and tears, so have no fear 'Cause they ain't seen moves like these in years I can shake it bake it, show the fake But never perpetrate or player hate, My name ain't Brat but I'm funkdafied My name ain't Lou but I can walk the sky So put it over here homie low An' go for broke And watch the smoke but don't choke Put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride and keep you eye on the flies 'cause it's live Chorus Ooo the music's in the grove, It's the rap that makes you move 'Cause LakeSide show-ed^ up at the party Ooo the music's in the groove, It's the rap that makes you move Coolio show-ed^ up at the party Chorus This ain't Penny Hardaway or Kareem Abdul It's Coolio in the house but you can call me cool An' I gotta keep it real for my peeps on the street you can fill it in your feet or bump it in your Jeep From sea to shinning sea the rows of century Bend under Sicily I put it down for the G Feel the fire, feel the funk An' you better clear the lane when I'm goin' dunk I ain't looking for protocol, got sumpin' for all o' y'all To make you get your back up off the ball Just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride and keep you eye on the flies 'cause it's live Chorus |
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One dark night I need some ends
I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter Suction cup window up Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot 38 special I don't wanna have to shoot I ain't no young raw fresh recruit uhh Steel toe boots black khaki suit A real quick search and nobody's home just like I planned now I'm home alone I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9 Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow you better take some no doze Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood Let me be brief, I'm on the creep I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief Chorus: Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep I need a lick real quick-like My mind ain't wrapped tight I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains I rob from the rich so I can get rich I ain't got shit so I take what I can get I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends Somebody out there's out to get me The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief Chorus x 1/2 There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds and guns and big trash bags full o' weed I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van so now I guess I'm the telephone man The bathroom window ain't got no alarm I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door I jumped in the closet and checked my clip Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit I counted to five and the front door opened up I counted three more and the front door was shut I counted five more to give me some space then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face I loaded up the van in broad daylight cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night I take the backstreets to avoid the heat and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief Chorus Outro: Oh yeah! Yeah yeah! Hey yeah! Just a reminder to let you know there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit So you better watch out, better watch your back Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit Know what I'm sayin? |
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