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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
[Dialing a number from a cellular]
40 Thevz: Hello Coolio: Yo what's up homeboy, I'm out front the club, what's goin' on, there's a lot around the corner this muthafucka is cracking, 40: What C : Hell yeah, man y'all better bring your ass down here man. 40: We on our way man, we're coming through then... C: Aight, look, look, look. I'ma tell homeboy at the do' to let y'all in. 40: Hook it up, hook it up! C: Nigga sac, nigga bring a sac.Stop at some jamaicans and shit. 40: We're on our way. C: Alright then. 40: Aight. [hang up] Bouncer: Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you? C: Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the look for 'em. B: Right. Hey you muthafuckas move back, man. One line. X: Man, look, look. There go that nigga Coolio. They're lettin' him in with tennis shoes and shit. Don't wanna let us in. Y: Fuck that nigga Coolio,man. I'm gonna fuck that nigga up. |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
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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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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz You know what I'm talkin' about Wino Yeah, yeah, yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk That's right, that's right A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' cornas' buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm Straight up collected it, cool and calm crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentary still, penetratin' your grill I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor and none of y'all can't fade me I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me I'm one of the dopest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me my shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit mo batta' Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected, so check it Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I've been rockin' these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner, and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire my name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire So, what's your desire baby love? Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas? Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin' still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant and yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles as their legs start to dangle, dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne livin with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs I used to drink Ol' Gold now I just stroll straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch? Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
We meet every single day at the same old place
at the same old time with the same state of mind me and her together but we know it ain't forever we just happy for the time the weed and the wine the walks in the park, escapades in the dark we knew how it had to be right from the very start coz I got obligations and she's in the situation that she came to state, so this is our fate holding hands, a smile, a glimpse a kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on gettin caught so we stick to a plan coz we both got another and they wouldn't understand it me and Mrs Jones have a thing going on I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong it ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt but what they don't know don't hurt me and Mrs Jones -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones The very first time I met her I saw her from across the room and instantly we both became consumed by the thought of she and I being together so I headed in her direction for some closer inspection I intentionally brushed her hand her skin had a satin texture the feeling she gave me was more than I could measure and right away I knew I had to have her with me if not with me then maybe just to hit me she got pin point skill and percision in the walk and the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk she give me everything that I don't get at home and it seems like I'm a man coz her's is always gone, now tell me what love got to do with it No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone but me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin' on -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones It's been about a year since we've been seeing eachother and we're a whole lot more than just part time lovers coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em but her life is not revolved around how revolving I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasie, but deep down inside we know that we can never be any more than what we are, a phone call in the car bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar when all of a sudden right out of the blue my ladie got a clue on what what we was up to and wait a minute, damn from what I understand It seems that my woman's been talking to her man since we both in love with the people at home it looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone coz I got a woman and she got a man so that's how it goes, and that's how it is -Chorus- Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones [We had a thang goin'] Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones [We got a thing going on] Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones Mrs Jones, oh yeah We used to meet at the same place same time used to sit and talk it over [We got a thing going on] talk it over Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Starlight
Starbright First star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might Get this lick I try to hit tonight.... Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Everytime I think about it I still can't understand What night these niggaz think they don't need a plan Cuz if you don't have a plan, then Tell me what you got The old get rich quick scheme Or bust her ass Broc Niggaz be punkin' out loc Dyin' over nothin' It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion Hickory Dickory Thievory Trickory Povorty Misory Pleads to insanoty Homocide Rivalry Garnd theft buglory Purgory Emergency surgory A.P.B. They lookin' for a G You ran through a field Hopped a fence And climbed a tree 9-1-1 Here they come for him Nigga wit' a gun Now your ass is done Ain't nowhere to hide Ain't nowhere to run Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun.... (Chorus) Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Shinin' down on me Bright as the sun It seems nowadays Just to get some respect Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check Or come around the corner on 3 Hobbit Blockin' up the street Flossin' back on your keys An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc Never broke An' high off that pream old smoke Sippin' in the seat Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63 The p.i.m.p. On top of the game But now you're gettin' laid Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain You're lookin' for a way out Before your game play out Cuz once you game play out Ya lose all ya' kriz out Late one night you was rollin' down the block With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock One-time got behind you and they told you to stop But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't broke Out like a sucka You dumb mothafucka Now the chase is on An' here go the song How the hell do you think you can run When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus- Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a Nigga is released from the penitentary Fools betta recognize An' visualize Don't be suprized Ya betta realize They gotta plan fo' your ass, a Cage for the mask, so If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash Spot in your whoopty An' know the whoompty whoofty When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see He don't know the new game B'cuz the new game ain't true game Well he betta catch her quick Becuz the old game is runnin' Nine is his waist That's the new game loc, cuz If you ain't heated then you might get smoked He was walkin' down the street Mindin' his business Just happy to be free And what do we see? From the corner of his house Here come one-time So off he dashed Like they set fire to his ass Cuz if he get caught It's strike number three An' this might be his last day on the street I bet next time you'll listen when I tell ya son That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun -Chorus(extended)- |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
INTRO:(COOLIO TALKING)
This record goes out to all you fake ass,gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.Put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto and don't never come back.Yeah motherfucker,you can run but you sure can't hide! Deep down in the jungle with a crack to the throat Niggas kill niggas for steppin on their toe A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho When anything goes for a little bit o'docey Shit get cooked by thugs and crooks With the knowledge of a scholar but they don't read books Everyday is a chance that ya life might go So today is a day that ya gotta get paid Slang them ki's,make them g's Do what'cha want but ya sell what'cha please But don't fuck ??? where you come from Cos when you do that you're done Remember your niggas and bitches and your Trojans And take it to your pockets for some fitness When ya get it goin and ya got it goin good Ya better bring back somethin for da hood HOOK 1 Bring back somethin fo da hood motherfucker! Bring back somethin fo da hood! REPEAT LA County what's goin on? 1993 modern day Babylon Peace to the niggas from the street And rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep Welcome to the fool and he strikes when he's back And the snake come around,go around and get ape Top down,slipped on CO-run they none Every (?cisscrack?)-CAINE ain't no fun Black cop white cop *gun shot* Fuck the colour of skin make sure he shot *gun shot* Escape from a jail cell,split away from hell And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells Billy Boy takes the pictures,(?Rak watch the room?) Five-I-seven on my switch,we got out early Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good So get this stoob nigga for the hood HOOK 2 Get that nigga fo da hood motherfucker! Get that nigga fo da hood! REPEAT INTERLUDE Them niggas ain't playin!(x 3) (What'cha gonna do when you get out of jail?) Get that nigga fo da hood VERSE 3 You must remember dis if you're black and you're rich One push come to shove they'll take your shit Martin Luther King didn't wear a diamond ring But he had a dream to let freedom reign My homie Red Foxx got played like blocks Pick em up sticks,jacks and hop-scotch ???,aggravation,there's no end to the situation Cos niggas need a place to meet,a place to sleep A place to eat and rest they feet But nobody really even gives a fuck That's why so many niggas is maggot'd up,huh You claimin the hood but you don't back it up Fool!And when they catch ya ass,they gonna FUCK you up So when you get it goin and ya got it goin good You better bring back somethin fo da hood REPEAT HOOK 1(x 2) OUTRO Bring back somethin fo da hood MOTHERFUCKER (Haa-aah!Haa-aah!Haa-aah!) |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Verse One: Coolio
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 loc'in but you're broken, 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 off with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny But who's the dummy, cause, 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 ya Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there Chorus: I'll see you when you get there When 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 Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz) More 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 Cause 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 cause 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 sinner then everybody could be a winner No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all I'm 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 Chorus Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little And if you 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 realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer 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 I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it Cause nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side Chorus Outro: Coolio As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which it gonna be The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel 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 Chorus -- fade out |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Verse One: Coolio
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 loc'in but you're broken, 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 off with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny But who's the dummy, cause, 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 ya Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there Chorus: I'll see you when you get there When 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 Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz) More 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 Cause 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 cause 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 sinner then everybody could be a winner No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all I'm 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 Chorus Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little And if you 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 realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer 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 I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it Cause nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side Chorus Outro: Coolio As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which it gonna be The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel 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 Chorus -- fade out |
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from Nothing To Lose (낫씽 투 루즈) by Robert Folk [ost] (1997)
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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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Verse 1, Coolio, Malika:
I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face I give love But when push come to shove I'm 'posed to solo Diggin me out the ditch (Hey, hey, Cool, give me some chips, fool) Ain't that a bitch Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky You hella high But why why did she touch the tie? But I start on full wit a gangsta limp Morris couldn't see this pimp I'm backslappin gimps True, I'll be in the cut, but you notice me Try to throw with me Now you wanna roll with me, fate I'll lead you left instead of right Tonight's the night So, let's get the situation tight I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under My momma said, "Never let a sucker take you asunder" Don't be gettin outta line where it concerns mine It might be your time, but it's my rhyme Chorus, Coolio, Malika: Can I get down one time to make the people say yeah And nobody wont care? Can I get down one time without All the criticism and media in my business? Can I get down one time and release my rhyme And speak my mind? Can I get down one time? Can I get down one time? Verse 2, Malika: I take my picture with a smile like Jack Cause I'm back You picturin all them chips in stack I got love, though, don't be no stank hoe I'm not fallin for the gank, yo God I thank, though Enemies it's your decision The gift I been givin Got you in the life I'm livin Watch your sane, sane like Marley Mike Your game ain't right You be slippin every night I'm hoverin up in the nest with the claws out Cause he had his paws out When he paused out He's out, now it's in with the new In with the two You know how these thieves do Chorus Verse 3, Malika, Coolio: I can't do what I want, or how I wanna This shit is drama So what is it you want, huh? We tryin to make it to the tizzy I'll be a hella busy bee The gizzy Through the frizzy, is we Tryin to have somethin We goin off frontin Cause nothin leaves nothin And nothin means we head bumpin Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable Twistin me a fable Somethin sweet like sable You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced Liquor be revelain The homies true feelins So, I be willin To turn into a villian Then if you're still with me You got to chill with me Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me Never senseless Thank you for your business And I got more rhymes Than L.A. Times got headlines Chorus, Repeat 4X |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Uh! Yeah! What Up?
Verse 1: I know y'all wanna take me down I know y'all wanna see me get clowned I know y'all wanna take my sound And put a nigga like me in the lost and found But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way Spreadin venom in the mic till I'm old and gray And now niggaz wanna attack me Flip-flop and back me But fool you's a mackey I'll starch your ass like some khakis Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack Imagine that And it shouldn't be hard Cause your style ain't large And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars Can U Dig It? When nothin can save it Shock your ass like a phaser Burn and cut like a laser Amaze you, with this flava I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's Chorus: Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? Verse 2: The first law of age is called survival That's why I'm deadly on revival And it's vital To my basic instinct That all wack mc's become extinct Because we on the brink Or, should I say the edge Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red U.F.O.'s And scandalous ass hoes Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose And I suppose You want me to play superstar And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are So, you can run back and tell that But I wont do that So, fool you can chew that To all sucka mc's you better beware I been conjurin up forces way back in my lair And my crew don't scare And we don't care We act, we wear, I swear Chorus Verse 3: It's the thrilla Straight outta Compton, not Manilla Got a chokehold on the mic like I was M.C. Gorilla Take this to the heart for real a Don't you ever try to steal a Like AIDS this shit came like gin a Might fuck up your liva Call me Pharoh cause I'm floatin bustas up the river When I deliver Make your sister and your grandma shiver Top feelin steadily rakin up the scrilla Kickin back in my easy chair sippin on some Henna ?Exol? cause my whole crew is locin And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined Don't stop, get it, get it Cause I blow up the spot everytime I grab the mic and hit it, hit it Chorus, Repeat 3X |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge of my life as a man It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and Life was unfair but who the fuck cares? I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me That you don't get shit in this life for free And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop Not everybody can relate to what I been through Even though some front and they try to pretend to Know about the life of a kid and the strife Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn I tried to get full off a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle Pickin up scraps like a seagull Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip So I can put it in my pocket Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork And it ain't no motherfuckin way no how When it come up I let you bring me down So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops' Give me liberty or give me death Cos a man without pride ain't got shit left,huh And now that I'm older with kids of my own I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone Get'cha self together,word is born Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Verse One:
Seven in the morning, standing in the line three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine two in the back of me sucking on a joint and one in back of them ready for a new sport there's 4-5 suckers way way in the back stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack they looking at me funny coz I got a record out and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud a forth of the people in the line be hookers but the other forth betta ask help themself a forth of the people having good faith and all of the rest all fucked up in the head a bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh and a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph ain't nothing changed but the time I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line Chorus: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh you got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny Verse Two: I walked through the front door to fill out my ap Here comes another sap asking if I rap I don't say a word coz he know that I do I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo! I take a numer and a seat I'm sweating from the heat Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet My number is 80, it's still on 20 I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30 Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please Can I get my food stamps so I can leave I got money and a car but they don't really know it now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless I'm living in a car drive back in the alley but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally line after line ruff is the time My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line Chorus Verse Three: I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her -Punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp rollin' that week sheets of mine "You have a penetentry record" -I said I know that BIATCH! She wants to know what kind a work do I do I said I haven't worked since 1982 I can't find a job though I looked and I looked took one hit of the crack and mistook she sittin there wonderin' what did coz I did and the whole time I'ma watchin like I'm smokin me a joint job search work the projects whackness and in a few weeks I'd get my check now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall shit is getting late and the time is 29 that why so many niggas standing in the county line Chorus 2X to fade |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
I love it when we're cruisin' together
I love it when we're cruisin' together Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way Messin' with my girl's hair one of them games that we play Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Shine up your hoopty and fall in line Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon have a good time To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze is hittin' don't think you'll catch me strippin' 40 Thevz Wino and gat got that back when we're dippin To the west coast down south in your direction Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that Take a ray all nice in back seat pete Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing teams Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip Leaning on his chest I feel security Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Cruisin' till the sunsets yep we'll be headin out Dippin' through the city me and my niggys what I'm talkin about I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65 Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush Yep I'm down the bus like no one like what Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down Park up at the spot I ain't gonna front I'm tryin to mess around Your homies still around Yeah they busy though That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin' Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back Trippin off into the night bumpin' to a fat track yeah I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us I love it when we're cruisin' together Cruisin' is made for love Cruisin' is made for us |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
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 ain´t nobody cryin` ain´t nobody dyin ain´t nobody worried, everybody ´s 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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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but
Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove Around the way girl with hope in your heart Do his five in the purse an' five in the start She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how I know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... (Chorus) My...sista... Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas You're all I need... Princess of the Nile An' sweet black sexy child Ooh I like your style, huh First motha on the planet I know it's gettin' scary And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat And use your God-given talents and abilities No matta where ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne I ain't no cap to save a ho But I got your front An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin' Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... -Chorus- Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need I'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' Vanita Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... -Chorus(extended)- |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
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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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Verse One: Malika
Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) Yeap the diction is on point Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties Niggie trippin why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her Ninety-five's on poppin, representin I keep stompin Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin Verse Two: Shorty I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size Have you Goin' Down like Mary J. Blige When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers No toleration, for fakers and busters Fuckin with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin constantly Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie And I want you to know G Chorus: We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail Verse Three: Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz) Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe if you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show For my stage show beat em up 40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em for poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to duckin cuz I ain't given em nuthin Fools can't get none, so fuck em! Verse Four: PS Let me rock the motherfuckin mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin quick to get it crackin Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar Best to put your daughter Wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that garbage My crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Chorus 1/2 Verse Five: Ras Kass I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor toothpick and beedy-dyin Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt And ain't nothin crackin For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between so take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeine Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when C and B came strollin Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas Verse Six: Coolio We don't give a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of Wino's truck Like robbin in the paint, fool think I ain't? Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out Verse Seven: WC Fresh out the penalty box Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha bringin more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitor socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You best to wake up and apoligize Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz I, burn like Parker but anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay. What's up Wino? Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch! |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
What you gonna play now
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Every geto got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs To unwrap the strap before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration "All I got is a drivers permit" Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays pop warner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name That's right you know that's right To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped That's right OG's joining the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. to fade... |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Once upon a time in a land called fuck
Lived a duck named Donald and his mother was a cluck Mickey Mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag Neighborhood kingpin, but his brother was a fag Donald had beef, so Mickey couldn't sleep They was hootin for a while, and it was gettin kinda deep Bugs Bunny had the props on the Eastside spots Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot Goofy was Mickey Mouse righthand man One day smoked a stick, and came up with a brand Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G Had big time respect, from the West to the East Haps up see, and listen to the funk First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto Huey and Duey and Louie with a Shot down Mickey Mouse made .. Minnie Everybody know Minnie got shot down And the cop on the case was Huckleberry Hound Huckleberry had a Deputy, by the name of Dog Eye-witness to the crime was Kermit the Frog But Kermit was scared and he wouldn't testify Pixie and Dixie just did a driveby On Donald Duck, but they shot and they missed And now Bugs Bunny is gettin kind of pissed Cause the shot that they missed hit his homeboy Elmer Bugs sellin drugs on the motherfuckin corner The future's lookin shitty in fuck city So they called in the Feds, Beetlejuice and Miss Piggy Shit's on the street, no that's how it goes Scene two in the funky cartoon from the ghetto Now the war is on and Mickey Mouse is dead Quick Draw McGraw took two to the head Huey and Duey and Louie got caught And now they in the county, ready to sell out Pixie and Dixie's on the run from the mob Cause they tried to kill Donald and they didn't do the job Bugs Bunny got popped, in a bar gettin drunk Bullet fucked up Beetlejuice, while Miss Piggy had a pump Donald got the word that his nephews was snitchin So Tom and Jerry stuck em on they way to the kitchen Goofy was a punk and everybody knew Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin brew In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark But they both got smoked by Jabberjaw the Shark Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool! Yep that's me on the motherfuckin mic-a (mic-a) Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper Who rules the step to the rep that I kept for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it! That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow Coolio locc and I'm down ta blast Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his ass Motherfuckers curse me but they can't hurt me When I'm doin dirt, that's why I show no mercy I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips and rock tha fuckin house for the Bloods and Crips Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta droppin dogs on the ??? ??? 40 Thevz and the band witta plan to make some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin They fightin punks, their rags is fucked, they shouldn't even be bumpin Suckas play the back cos I'm dope when I rap And my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac and it's like that! It's time for me to step so I'm steppin in deep (deep) I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka cos you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo I drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-doo ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me with a flashlight cos I serve dat ass (right, right, right) Word to the motherfuckin homies and you know you can't hold me or throw me...so blow me How many niggas must I stick before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to fuck with this I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her One night stand and once again she's a loner Cos I won't be played out, strung out, laid out She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack and I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame Keep my dollars in my pockets cos I'm hip to ya game Hoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna fuck me and suck me but don't touch me Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken Go find you another motherfucker you can break it I gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pong and hit em like King Kong, they singin the same song '93 is the year and yes I'm gettin bigger Gave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggas Scotty B ridin shotgun, BOOM he got one Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one Knick-knack paddy-wack Wino's in the back and my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac And it's like that Outro: I got my hand on my nutsac Na na na na na naaaaaa *repeat x 2 * And it's like that |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
[Featuring Ras Kass]
[Coolio] It has (It has) come to my understanding that (that) there are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz) and abilities (and abilities) Since it is thus (it is thus) I must (I must) release (release) myself (myself) For with thou be repremanded (repremanded) Hit 'Em! [Verse 1:] Hocus focus on the mighty mic loco Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo You better kick it cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disapeer like Dorothy and Toto Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco' I deliver hits like my name was FujiMoto Platinum and gold all the way to Acalpuco To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a Rollo Your points need bifocals You better try to see like Total My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo I kick a solo From here to Sojo You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Get that nigga, get that nigga! (Ha-ha) [Verse 2, Ras Kass:] I'm stickin niggaz like Mexican's in penitentaries The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry Can't injure me My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!) The nigga flying guillotine (Ha-ha!) The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green Fuck your team (nigga) Crowbar eatin niggaz up like Edy, I mean (I mean) It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (Right) I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing in the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch) I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary, my prom night I was fuckin Carrie, had her screamin "Bloody Mary!" [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ah) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Hit 'em!) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Wha?) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Break that nigga off) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (What's that, Cool?) Cool, break this nigga off! [Verse 3, Coolio:] Alright, wait, wait, wait It ain't ova I burn like a nova It's the ?all see Mona? Like mother fuckin Yoda I rock like baking soda From Compton to Dakota And when I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her) I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya I'm a soldier Wake that ass up like Folger's Give the people what they want a little bit more-a You don't know the score What the hell you comin here for? Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore It's the hardcore Take your whole hood to war It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords You be the prey, I'll be the predator Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me Thor [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
[Featuring Montell Jordan]
Intro: A homeboy is somebody that got your back Whether you right or wrong Somebody that excepts you for what you are Not what you got on what you can do for them If you lucky enough to have some then You know what I'm talkin bout Verse 1: Friends how many of us have them And not that many The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny But it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do Cause since the seventies, it seems everybody been rolling with a crew A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click And if your firm ain't thick Then your squad becomes vixed Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya And, be weary of strangers bearing your God and gifts And a wolf in sheeps clothing Cause some of y'all ain't knowing Me and you go back like roaches in the projects And, we done been through things they still ain't even thought of yet A good homie is hard to come by But most times you get done by the ones you trust most So, I gotta raise a toast To my tried and tested, and straight up for real dose Pour yourself some exol, this ones here for you, loc Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air, walk on water (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Uh, but, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter, then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) Verse 2: Now I done met a lot of haters in my lifetime That I would of smoked if i would of had a Tek 9 But, here I stand as a man, and I'm free to say I'm hella glad that my momma didn't raise me that way And the homies I grew up with Locs I threw up with Is the kind of fools that you don't want to buck with Why does it seem that the good brothers die And the evil brothers live And prosper and multiply Pass the Hennessey to the left hand side Want some many dirt for the homies that expired I hope you rest in peace And, when it's time for my release I'll meet you at the crossroads dippin in the low-low But, until then I'ma keep my rolls slow My flow on tight, and stay rollin with the 4-0 This is comin from the one and only And like MC Shan said, "I'll never leave you lonely" Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air, walk on water (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) Verse 3: Me and you is like family And everybody know that we go back to back And we go toe to toe Comin from the west Where the sets run thick Where brothers either bang or try to make a grip I cross my heart and hope to die I never lie I run out on mine Anywhere or anytime Me and my homies don't get involved with that he say, she say But, if you've lost you'll recieve a ass whippin with your instant replay Or, deckin like Tekken So, show some respect when respect is given to you And, watch out for the forty too Fake curve And fools who got the nerve To pretend that they was down When last month they wadn't even around West coast, East coast, and worldwide My homies in the pen, and my homies that lived and died I'm still the same little nappy head brother from the eastside And, you can call me homeboy Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air or walk on water (Or walk on water, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours (Watch my back, then I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) I don't fly on air, walk on water (Iiii, don't walk on water, no) You can count on me till the end (Count on me till the end, oh-yeah) Thick and thin (Thick and thin) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Call me up no matter what the time) If you (If you) (Watch my back, I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy, boy, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (I got your back, ooh-ooh-ooh) (You can call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy) |
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from Coolio - El Cool Magnifico (2002)
i like girls
you like the good i like the bad ones freaky and the mad ones sexy and the bad ones girls i like any colour flavour choclate vanilla |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Verse One: Coolio
When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run, just for fun We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel to feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle You could get a soda foe less than quarter, and people used to speak even if they didn't know ya We fought in the streets like little black soldiers Shake hands, and still be friends when it was over We used to play tag and, hide and go seek, or hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but now thangs changed, kids ain't the same They bang, and slang, and blow out brains I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers Life was so simple then Chorus One: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to hang On the porch, drinkin brew and now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play shoot-em-up, up and down but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) Verse Two: Billy Boy Well I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday Runnin through the streets of Onessa P-A I take you through my childhood step by step Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though Daddy was a dawg he ain't raise no punks In the midst of the trees we learned how to thump At the tender age of nine momma put us on a plane Next stop -- the land of the insane Compton California where the killers grow Forced to live a life that I didn't know Wore the wrong colors cause I didn't know the facts Call her bitch, caught a case, caught a slug in my back But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me Now the fools better run cause this just driveby Billy Little black boy from the East forced to be a killer, but I can still remember Chorus Two: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play Domino, on the porch but now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to have Army fights, in the smog but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) [Coolio] Back when I was a kid nigga We used to have this game called paperball (Paperball? What the fuck is that?) Get a piece of paper, ball that motherfucker up and play with it! Hahahaha Verse Three: J-Ro I got Tha Alkaholik juice to wake ya up like a rooster Back when I was young, I used to be a booster Stealin candy from the sto', go to school, come up I had the whole playground, chewin all my gum up You know what I'm sayin? Playin still to the chest And I was the best, playin kickball at recess I play Pop Warner, golden pairs for the losers We used to hop corners on the fresh deuce cruisers Playin Galaga, Space Invaders, eatin Reese's I had all the women cause my tough skins had creases And it's been that way since day one Girls of the world ain't nothin but fun I used to watch Dr. J, come through in the clutch Remember New Zoo Review, and Starsky and Hutch I remember lunchtime, we used to rhyme out loud Peace to the Wop and the hip-hop crowd, I remember Chorus One Outro: ? Ohhh, my life, no no I do remember ohhhhhhhh I know you do I remember yesterday I remember when we played I remember yesterday, aoowwwwwww! I remember, hell, when we used to play in ghetto blocks through the dark I rememmmmmberrrrrr Yeahhh yeahhh yeahh We used to play dominoes all night long dominoes all night long Yesterday, yesterday Do you remember yesterday? I remember yesterday You remember remember remember remember... |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Coolio man what'cha need ta do man is kick that old
gangsta shit man some of that rolin down ya street in ya 6 4 slangin ya dope blastin on fools ya know Coolio what about the women I mean dont'cha wanna represent the sistas as well why arent you comin up wit somthin for us a little encouragement we wanna hear frim you to Coolio look ya had your humungus hit 1,2,3,4 Now how about this for hip high view 5,6,7,8 who do we appreciate Now we can win with that Hey hey hey Coolio hey brotha Hey brotha check this out what cha gonna do for the people huh tell me brotha Um Coolio you got it goin on now You know I always like it at you When you gonna call me.wit yo ugly ass Look at me here boy dont be listenin to nothin they be sayin out there cuz you da one look all ya gotta do is keep doin what'cha doin whi'cha heart and your soul |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
A man is heard running and breathing fast
Scared Man: Damn! Wha... The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds terrified. The devil's laughing is getting much louder There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying to hide and everything is in his way Scared Man: What you want man? What you want from me? Devil: Your soul! |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Yeah 1996
Coolio with the flow Rated R superstar LV that's right Mossberg Smith & Wesson Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know But I had to go they had a house full of hos I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head The hos is looking good so we try to make a friend for night Let's get it right let's get it straight But now these punkass niggas in the party want to play a hate I'd bust a cap to save a rat so what's up with that It's 1996 so these bustas get no kinda of doubt Like American Express here we go again I never leave home without it so don't even think about it Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed But if you make an offensive move then I'm gonna have to show a groove Back up off let's keep it soft Don't make me have to show you who these 16 bosses be This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same All these sucker set-trippin killin for no reason That's why I never leave the house without my nina I love my baby carry my baby whereever I go For these suckers get in a twist they say I beat their pimpin Stop wishin you was in my shoes And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else It's ninety-six and most of the homeys thinking of six feet The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop Stop hating my life and get your own Be true to this game or this game will do you cold Everywhere I go I got my back I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside No no oooo I can't escape this life I been trying to live in piece but these fools won't cease They insist with their bullshit so I got a full clip Chitty-chitty bang-bang doin it's a new thing One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache I'm the kinda nigga that don't believe in frontin' But if you run up on me trippin you best believe I'm dumpin' I got bills to pay and kids to raise And a whole generation of lost niggas to save So I ain't got time for that yip yap If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true Fuck with Coo you get done that's how we do it to it Don't start no shit and it won't be none son But if you do I'm going for my gun Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really really really ain't me But the streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
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 tote 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 doughs 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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from Coolio - It's All The Way Live (Now) [single] (1996)
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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from Coolio - It's All The Way Live (Now) [single] (1996)
1-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 and I know how to shoot If you wanna know the truth then you better get the scoop Comin' 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 (repeat 1) 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 Luke but I can walk-the-sky So put it over here homie low, an' go for broke And watch the smoke but make sure you don't choke Put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live (rpt 1) Ooo the music's in the groove 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 (rpt 1) 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 (rpt 1) |
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from Coolio - It's All The Way Live (Now) [single] (1996)
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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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Chorus: repeat 4X Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Verse One: I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse Two: I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin' She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it Chorus Verse Three: Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds* Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Chorus [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H] SHIT! |
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from Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle (해롤드와 쿠마) by David Kitay [ost] (2004)
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Chorus: repeat 4X Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Verse One: I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse Two: I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin' She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it Chorus Verse Three: Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds* Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Chorus [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H] SHIT! |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me It's ten o'clock and darkness covers my area And every night it's gettin a little bit more scarier The eleven o'clock Monday news is mo like a horror flick People sure have changed it seems that they enjoying this Death and destruction With no instruction Leads to malfunction disruption and full consumption How can I escape this mind state that I'm in? I been tryin, but it seems that I can't win I've fallen and I can't get up And the homies that was my homies went and set me up Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain I tried to act a hard male runnin cocaine But it still don't ease my pain Am I insane or a victim of my own fears? What's goin on we supposed to be happy here God don't make no junk that's what I been told But it seems to me that God ain't in control When night falls over the city (When the night falls) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Feels like somebody) Somebody's comin to get me (When the night falls) When night falls over the city (When the night falls, Ooh-yeah) I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) I need assistance, but all I get is resistance I try to be persistent, but life can be gone in an instant I'm scared to turn around cause I know somebody's watching I can feel they evil stares, and I know that they plottin on me And scheamin, I wish I was dreamin If my mind was free I could chase away the demons But in ain't, and they still can't understand that All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man The same old pattern has got me goin crazy, loc Descendent of a king, but I feel like a royal joke Is this a sequel? Are all men created equal? The lies you told to the people back then now they is lethal And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (Like shark bait!) Feel my pulse race, abnormal heart rate (Heart rate!) And now I'm startin to feel like I might come up missin I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldn't listen When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) When night falls (When the night falls, yeah) over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like (I wanna be) Somebody's comin to get me (Comin) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh I'm feelin oppressed, this stifle My life is trifle No family, friends, or relations, so I sleep with my rifle And my pistol, I'm seein stars and hearin whistles One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle Wont stay to state side Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side So stay your ass on the plate side There's nothin to fear but the fear itself And if you control the fear then the fear is wealth Do I have power or do I have no self control? These long, lonely nights have made my heart grow cold Hear my pleads, can somebody help a G And, will we fight this battle for eternity I blame you cause my mind is not my own So, don't blame me if I trespass in yo zone I'm your creation The product of a twisted nation Guess this is what you're facin (Facin!) When night falls (When the sun goes down) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Somebody help me!) When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Over the city, over the city, over the city!) Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over!) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me, get me, get me, get me, get me) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Let's do it! Get to it!
Let's do it! Get to it! Let's do it! Get to it! Let's do it! Verse 1: Another Saturday night, and I'm feelin kinda slothy I'm down with the forty, but I don't want no forty Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers Peep this, but not up in my stomach I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie Somethings on the rise, what a surprise I called up the homies and said, "Let's go the spot!" Where the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty Rats run around the room But, wait, I spoke too soon Ah, damn, look what done walked in Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin Baby, you look good with that blue dress on Maybe some day me and you can be as one Let's get to know each other better I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter Chorus: Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it) You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it) Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it) You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it) Verse 2: Damn, I'm feelin frisky Come and sit down wit me Conversate about hanky panky And a little dranky wanky Tell me bout your innermost thoughts, wants, neeeds and your desires And I'll tell you about mine We can spend some quality time You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen I wanna mention I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions And, I just want a regular old fashion high hoochie mama With love for her daddy, anytime he want it Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan Or, some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse But we got to have patience Even though we hella anxious Let's take it slow and procede with caution Cause love just don't come round here too often So take my number, and we'll get together later And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders Chorus Verse 3: A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics, and The Spinners Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets And pretty soon we developed that respect That we needed so we was here to get the relationship heated And hot and bothered, no what I'm meanin? It started slow with some kisses and some touches A few more weeks went by cause we didn't wanna rush it They say a fast horse don't win no races And I'm a witness cause real winners always take steady paces Hand in hand, woman to man I know everything about her and she know everything about me and We made love for the first time In the right way, in the perfect state of mind It's a whole lot mo than your average bump 'n grind You better get yours, cause I got mine Chorus: Repeat 2X Bridge: Repeat 2X Take, take your time (Take, take your time) Take your time (Take your time) Take your time (Take your time, get to it) Chorus: Repeat 2X |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Verse 1: Coolio
Hey baby, how you doin? What's goin on? I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same song Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon Oh baby I'm goin crazy cos I keep seein shit that amaze me Still I had to kill a motherfucker last week He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya but I can't, so fuck it I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle Aw shit, there the lights go.... *phone ringing* (Hello) Chorus: LeShaun Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn) Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know) Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga Bridge: LeShaun Hey ba-by What's happenin honey? How you doin? I miss you Verse 2: LeShaun The kids keep askin where's their papa? I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help Now everybody tellin me that you ain't shit black and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back Damn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavy and yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas The ends don't justify the means and in another life he might've been the man of my dreams But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend Chorus Interlude: (Hello, you have a collect call from...) Coolio! (If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) *number dialed* Verse 3: Coolio What the fuck you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin no niggas round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker and start killin motherfuckers, SHIT! I know it's rough, I know it's tough but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up You better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit I don't wanna have to kill him Cos think about the times that we used to have Don't make me reach out and touch that ass You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books Peace Chorus Verse 4: LeShaun Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas now he's wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do? My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip And that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents you He got evidence he never presents to the people in court, I heard witnesses abortin What's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort? I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two doves Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta Chorus to fade |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Chorus:
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul) My soul-oul-oul My soul-oul-oul (My soul) Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul Verse 1: You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin' out of white Hummer From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo' Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo See on the low it's all gravy But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black's I twist sacks and sip yac Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine So, why you all up in mine? Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul Chorus Verse 2: Ain't no tellin Most women are still waitin' and sellin' Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts) In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock To crack rock Now, everybody got a glock And it don't stop Till another brother drop That's why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace) What's a thin line between love and hate? A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape It's a small world, after all, you're clausterphobic, you can't breathe So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve It's the hater in you that makes you criticize me Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin' I'ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin' They say the game is to be sold, not told You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul Chorus Verse 3: My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law See, I was servin' wack rappers at the school When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul You got into triple beams and guns you ain't gon shoot I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit Or, the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked Scrappin' or rappin' what you want to happen? If I ever come up short you the first one I'm jackin' It's theives in the area like aircraft carrier's We're launchin' F-15's And Anti-Wack Maf Machines Michropone, sittin' on my vocal chord Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold When I'm controllin' my soul Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep to the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat Southern California, LA is where it's at I'm smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train Big cocaine inside my brain, aah But nobody knows that I'm on the hype Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it but I can't cos I'm locked 'n da closet Bridge: Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Listen homey No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to... Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to I still get props in the hood when I stroll by Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye Mama's in the kitchen cookin rice Daddy's in the pen doin life Sister gotta husband, she's a wife And I'm in the backyard hittin the pipe It's been three or four months since I started usin It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar and I cook here jack cos I don't know these niggas I'm livin like a peasant and it ain't pleasant I think I need to change my direction I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet in the dark cos I'm locked 'n da closet Chorus: Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me My sister's on the trip cos she knows I'm on the hit And I can't take this shit There's a rumour goin round that I'm puffin heavily and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G I guess they figured out that I broke in they house and stole all they shit while they was out My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute But before I lost my respect I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT! Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality Ain't no side effects or technicalities There's one thing about it when your life is fucked At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah No more cocaine bitches I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges I'm out the closet *screaming* Chorus: Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it let em have it Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Verse 1:
*singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose *rapping* I got a little proposition homey check it out we gonna put it down Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit Nigga we could all come up loc we could all make grips Now I ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's I'm talkin Trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys Now what exscuse you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the way? Well, that makes it mo better We gon work this shit together We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of befo They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (That's right) And I done used the G to hook up that manpower Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (Right) Now call your crew, cause we got work to do *talking* It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *talking* But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up With thousands in the Seiko's, Dane's, and fat pocketbooks. *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose Verse 2: *rapping* Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin We went up fifty keys on ?speck? and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits And afta Shorty, Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right) And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing about her is that if she get caught It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out *talking* Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a matress *rapping* Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way *talking* You can make this quick lick and be set up for life But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *talking* And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose Verse 3: *talking* Everything is goin according to plan This shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit next to the goddamned man (Right) But there's one thing you should know There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the fool, That shit ain't cool (Say what?) Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control (They on they way) But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say Desert Storm And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest It's gettin kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone *sirens and helicopters* Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin wrong *gunshots* What's Up? Baby, what's goin on, man? What! What the fuck happenin? Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place *rapping* That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *rapping* If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees don't grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb I've been lookin for a place to leave The only free place is inside of me So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit African-American, nothin but a nigga Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker I know a place where there ain't no calm and You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton A nigga on the west coast on his way to Harlem Verse 2: Now it's time to step into the light (Light) Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (Fight) And when it's time to fight, you better fight right Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light Take a close look at what I'm freakin on Niggaz think I'm tweekin, but I'm speakin on Subject matter, data Information that I gather Through my travels Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter Everybody thinks they know, but they know not If they haven't caught a cap on the block *gunshot* So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases Ring the alarm, here comes the storm I got a firearm on my way to Harlem Verse 3: I know a place where the sun don't shine Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime I know a place where niggaz walk the line One false step and they must do time Since I'm in the same boat I must stay afloat And sing every note From the quotes that they wrote So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates If I had to be a slave I'd rather be in my grave If I get in how many lives could I save? One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin But he don't want my money, he wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin Rollin in a g ride on my way to Harlem |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Chorus:
I got one mo switch I can hit I got one mo bullet in my clip I got one mo drink I can steal I got one mo sack I can twist Verse 1, Coolio: I wear a "S" on my chest I prefer my vest And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang To the boogie say up jump the boogie He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies I shook thee I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it From defamation to desimation Every day is like summer vacation A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga) Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla) Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa) They comin' through the hold on tip toe You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe Chorus Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.): Yes, yes, y'all (Yes y'all) 40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all) Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (Pimp y'all) When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you When our four colors rock, front and ass out All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block Your sounds ain't beatin So your girls ain't freakin Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin Hit 'em in their eyes And go suicides Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like To hit the mic for a licken Hell no, I ain't trippin Cause I kinda like pimpin Bein' freer than a pigeon Got your bitch down in positions All kinda ways 40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze So, come with these weak flows if you must But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust Chorus Verse 3, Coolio: Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride Like Clyde Drexler, this is eastside Westa, recognize the routine Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo We lay low All up in the cut If it's suicide then roll the bustas up And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch Now the party didn't start til I walked in And it probably wont end til I sip Hen But in the meantime And in between time Better tuck in your chin And learn to take your lumps and grin You know you can't wait cause I'ma stay on one One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done Chorus, Repeat 4X |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Verse 1:
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 Chorus: 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? Verse 2: 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 Chorus: 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 Bridge: 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 Verse 3: 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!) Chorus: 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 Bridge, Repeat 1.5X 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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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Secretary: This is how we do it... this is how we do it
[phone ring] Sec: Last chance records, may i help you? Oh, what's up girl! Young nigga came over last night, and guess what. He was a busta. But hold on a second. Excuse me, may I help you? Poison: Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him. Sec: Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly. [Door opens] Sec: Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here. Mr J: Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl. Sec: Mr johnson will see you now. Mr J: He heey! Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be a star, didn't I? P: Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you ow me some money. Mr J: Man, money! wha??? P: Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' about! Mr J: Let me... P: Fuck that! [gun shot] Mr J: AAOOWW! you didn't have to shoot me... P: Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit! [ 7 gun shots] Sec: AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson! [2 gunshots] P: SHUT UP, BITCH! |
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from Clueless (클루리스) by David Kitay [ost] (1995)
Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers ... on the beach, daddy dippin' I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun Then I bust a left for the 121 Pull it into park and lay it on the grass I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin' Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission You can be Blood, or you can see Cryppin' fool But I ain't trippin' My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright, But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night Chorus: Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah) Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) Yak all night... Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah) Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright) Yak all night... Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE!! We're gonna have a good time I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass Pop in the tape and a match West when I fly I take the exit o'... And guess what I saw Two fools at the light, they stared me up But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "Wassup?" And even though I really don't want no trouble I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble I don't really wanna hurt nobody So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket Pass me the cup so we can get twisted -chorus- [L.V:] I'm rollin with my homies, yeah... 'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah... I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump Here comes one now, she's on the tip She says she likes the way my woofers kick But I don't fall in love with every girl I see So I pass up two and go straight to three She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz And that's why I say... I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point Wassup? Do you wanna kick it or what? I ain't got time to be frontin', I ain't talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin' If you're fine and you won't front I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up. -repeat chorus twice- [L.V:] Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin' Yes I'm rollin' with my homies Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin', Rollin' with my homies... ooohhh.... [etc.] |
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from Coolio - El Cool Magnifico (2002)
(Chorus 1)
We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday We blowing up Wednesday and Thursday She shake it up Friday and Saturday I beat it up all day on Sunday (Verse 1) It was on the very first time that I met her That leather was fittin that ass and that skin tight sweater Was curvin around that body and I painted a picture In my mind I wrote a letter bout us getting together Green eyes dark hair honey brown complextion I was rollin in a bucket she was rollin a lexus I sweat it now we can do the damn thang if she wanna If she don't I'm just satisfied with bendin some cornas Drink coronas just as long as she don't leave me alona I can name fifty niggas now that wanted to bone her But they didn't I'm happy bout the place that im sittin Didn't buy shit my name is still on her kitten Written in platinum she don't just love me for rappin and actin She love my mind the way I'm dippin in matchin My blackness, her reactions are like fatal attractions she jackin and blastin and ridin for the man that shes rackin (Chorus 2) We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday We blowin up Wednesday and Thursday She shake it up Friday and Saturday I beat it up all day on Sunday So shake it up (shake it up) Do yo thang little mamma shake it up (shake it up) Bend over touch yo toes and shake it up (shake it up) I like the way you move now shake it up (shake it up) Just shake shake shake shake shake (shake) (Verse 2) She my main squeeze only thing maintained Sometime tha that shit I be sayin she the only one that understand She my boo my freak i know that I'm her main man So fuck these hos and bullshit niggas with these same games I let my chain hang and still claim the same thang And even when she don't love me I'm the same main Nigga that she call when she need somebody to talk to Hit her from the back eat and walk wit her She got a lot to offer look what she brought with her She got brains and taps that leave niggas that start wit her She don't care about houses cars sex and bling bling Even though nine and half inches is a big thang She aint the type that be creepin and sleepin and jumpin in other niggas jeepin When im outta town on business When im on a mission to put us in a position Where we don't have to do nothin but show the love and kick it listen (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
Chorus:
You got me smilin' again you got me smilin again smilin' again you got me smilin', again Rhyme 1: One night of pleasure nine months of pain three days later and that's when you came two arms two legs ten fingers ten toes brown eyes like mom, with your grandmothers nose even though you're momma's baby and daddy's little baby my love is unconditional to one of us is swayze day or night, roll the light no matter what you do, like the Jackson 5 said I'll be there for you coz my life is your life and your life is mine to thinkin'en I'm your friend 'til the end of time I'll make sure you get your props you can call me pops and anything you need I'll pull it out of the stops even though we're not together like we used to be D A D D Y, you can count on me coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into your eyes and then smile again Chorus Rhyme 2: Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers coz I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger this ain't the hustarone and my name ain't Cliff no matter how old you get you could get that ass whipped daddy don't take no mess and I ain't gone settle for nothing less than your very best when I do what I do coz you did what you did It's coz I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dum-ass kids You gosta be a leader, it's my responsiblity to teach ya right from wrong, and make decisions of your own I never said that I was perfect but I know that you're worth it so I'ma do my damnest to make sure you get some chances so just listen to your daddy coz he tryin to tell ya something and don't let nobody tell ya I don't love ya coz they frontin' coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into your eyes and then smile again Chorus Rhyme 3: Every day is a struggle when life is like a puzzle that we gotta put together together so and ever you need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on your daddy's home I'm tryin'a build a foundation on which you could stand when you's a grown woman and you's a grown man I got open ears when the world ain't tryin' hear when I can't be there in the flesh I be there in the spir-it I'm tryina make an impression on the things that you care for the knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids I know it's hard growing up coz I used to be a youngsta so we don't work as a team, saw the liquor take us under people let me tell ya about my best friends coz I'm down with the children all the way 'til the end coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into their eyes and then smile again Chorus+ fadeout |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Intro: (*MC introducing Coolio*)
Alright alright, alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out from Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those niggas down in...ha, those black guys down in Compton. *guy toking up* Yo stop that! Hook (x2): Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Verse 1: Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane flyin high inside my brain You know karate, I no rizzeign Try to beat me down I feel no pain Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy Down for mine that's the way mama raised me Summertime we freak in the heat Butt naked in the middle of the street We're smokin stix Yeah Hook (x2) Verse 2: If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin lovely Light and stars all around me and above me Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos I was broke Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin stix Yeah Hook (x2) Verse 3: Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net Empty .45 was layin on the dresser Last night I played the role of the tester Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap Flashback got me ready to scrap I don't know what I done did and I don't know where I done been I know last night I robbed my friend and if that's wrong then call it a sin But I was broke and broke ain't no joke and I can't cope without my Smith so so dip it up and watch me suck it up and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot! Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop We're smokin stix |
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from Coolio - El Cool Magnifico (2002)
(Verse 1 - Coolio)
Get your back, call tomorrow, life is borrowed all your tears in sorrow and bring it back and that's a fact where would you be at, make sure you're pushin' harder to it the game was changed when the bullshit was brought here our sets are fallin' now they live in love we got five bucks or four reproduction of the clothing and gloves you rather see me in a cell, than see me make my mail and when the story he tell, he trying to make you fail trying to make some money lope but money makes no man if you have no pen than you have no money in your hand we're so dope, dive and steal, anything but payed for real damn you folks, if you wouldn't choked when you forgot to keep it real cops came back, rubbers in the back what you snap when you couldn't lack now you feel the pressure when you didn't count your blessings now we're gone, you are alone told your mama that you was grown one to the neck and three to the chest when you ran for your life all alone now you're gone, now would your homies die for you, fool (Chorus - Coolio) I don't wanna die right, he doesn't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight she doesn't wanna die right, they don't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight (Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone) I've cacker-rouches in my black boots nigga we sued them 'till they were in the mud we hold the coffin, it isn't possible they got away running muthaf**ka in the dust, cought up in the ghetto tradegy that makes a nigga to fall, unless he's tall this is reality mixed with society families tored apart but this tearing apart was hard stand and askin' where is God, dont you try to play missunder Lord and the rest has been said, say rest in peace 'cause my nigga is dead before they beginning to run and make everything go under I'm gonna knock as hard as my mother not gonna wonder 'cause I knew it'd be me everyone's coming gathering to see remain in flames what I used to be, this is no more R.I.P you never know when they're coming to get ya but have them bullets ready for protection take them bodies who has fallen as a collection but when they attack, you gotta go, we're under control we gather to squeese us we hope many men will recover in smoke 'cause we never die in casulties, and we are the casulties of war we are the casulties of war, we are the casulties of war (Chorus - Coolio) I don't wanna die right, he doesn't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight she doesn't wanna die right, they don't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight (Verse 3 - Coolio) I saw them coming from a mile away I couldn't stay I had to make my getaway, I lived to find another day that's how it goes when this game we play everybody on board got a price to pay you better pay attention to what I say, go to Hell if you don't pray these streets are hard, walkin' down the Boulevard like walkin through a prison yard you never know when the bullets fly off the pressure is on your money, boy beginning to fall and your name gotta be stong to make them fools run from court oh man your in jail but you cant call your crew 'cause those niggas dont used to be a crew, now they're after you, ooo people seen that you used to be a teen but you ran against the Benz, niggas on the scene I guess they sucked out your brain , cut you in your jeans lucky you're not what they hate but they beat up what they see don't you ever go 'round and scream it seperates the boys from men cought your closest on your seat and that's my dearest fairest friend (Chorus x2 - Coolio) I don't wanna die right, he doesn't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight she doesn't wanna die right, they don't wanna die right no nobody wanna die but somebody's gotta die tonight (We are the casulties of war we are the casulties of war we are the casulties of war) (Repeat until fade - Krayzie Bone) We are the casulties of war |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR, and load it in the Pinto, huh! Yes I'm on my way to the bait or should I say the pawn shop, but I don't smoke rocks Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it back Coolio loco, you better call Bronco Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm skanless Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking chances If the price is right, you can call me a killer Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger ("But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru) ("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD) ("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers) ("What you doin stickin in that people's window?" - Richard Pryor) ("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack ("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac ("Gimme that...") big gold chain ("That's the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.) Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right You and your crew better duck from my gunshots I takes no shit, carryin no drama If I can't get you I bust a cap on your momma I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift My trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit Yeah, buddy, sht's lookin good Gets much props and respect from the hood Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap But I don't pimp no bitch for my dough They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster They follow me round the store because they know that I'm a booster Tell me what you want and I'll be the stealer Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers ("Coolio...") ("First they do' ring, now they mob ring") ("Told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane) ("Give it up, give it up, give it up") I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up One plus three equals four for the knockout Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness Never said I was the best, but I'm damn sure the loc'est Up, up, and away, like a rocket Some fool got shot, now I'm goin through his pockets He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin And when I get to hell I'ma act like I don't know him I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door Let me be free for I'm a thief and a gangster Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers ("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them too") |
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from Coolio - El Cool Magnifico (2002)
(Verse 1)
Imagine looking at life through rose-tinted glasses And the policy of the people is passive And all the women got fat asses And all the homies got dubs and deeds to spend And when the po-po's pass they wave and say "hi" And wear a grin (hey) And everybody that you meet is a potential friend And the women in your life love you for yourself and not your ends And the population's real so there's no reason to pretend And ignore we are the same, so no one hates you for the colour of your skin And every waking thought is one of peace and harmony and bliss That simple satisfaction like a plate of eggs and grits Senses fully alive like the feeling of a first kiss And when it's check out time you got a smile on your lips, huh And the whole world is like a next-door neighbour Quick to do you a favour even though we come in a million different flavours And I know there's not enough time to put it all in one rhyme So I savour the flavour and sweet taste I feel from the rays of the sunshine (Chorus - Woman singing) Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm sittin in the sunshine The sunshine, like the world was mine, the sunshine Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm walkin in the sunshine The sunshine, like the world was mine, the sunshine (Verse 2) If love was a flower I'd spread the petals about the planet And plant seeds throughout every city and country Even in those who do not want me I try to make some sense of the situation that we call life Some, verbal illustration to help ease this strife Some, lyrical penetration to try to make things right In hopes that what I'm saying can saturate your mindframe And help you with the pain and the strain of the everyday struggle I don't need it all, I |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Take a real close at what it look like A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Playin tag with body bag, Bullets, And bloody rag And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Make sure what you believe is real and true Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes Like A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... -Chorus- When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Lootin' an' shootin' I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Playin' games I used to play back in '79 With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie If you want some respect ya won't be individual On the nigga nuts cuz he rollin' in the Sixty-fo' Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all But one day there's gonna be a final call That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street But now when niggaz get beat They wanna go an' get their heat Everybody know that you know how to kill But tell me do you how to let a nigga live I gotta dream that maybe one day Niggaz can't fight then walk away I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an' Shoot 'em from the shoulders To show them you can hold your I sing the song of the fight of the black man In America In a state of hysteria No longa will I accept the second rate I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey Its the one - two combination punch to the throat There's a hole in ya boat bitch That's all she wrote Ashes to ashes, dust to dust In my mothafuckin' self I trust.... -Chorus- |
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from Space Jam (스페이스 잼) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1996)
Verse One:
It's time to take you to its full potential Peep this and drop some game on the instrumental and it's a symptom that you listen close and better tell your folks let the locest loc first things first since your date of birth you've been kinda confused about what your life is worth 50 million times don't wait and go you gotta take control those fools don't want to be home you can do anything that you want to do all you got to do is to put your brain into it take your time and educate your mind in the long run I'm sure you're fine if you walk the walk you can talk the talk but don't wait too long coz life is short and remember, no matter what they tellin' you if you try, you can be a winner too Chorus (L.V.): Keep on pushing moving on up everybody we're moving on up moving on up you're a winner you gotta keep pushing moving on up everybody we're moving on up moving on up you're a winner Verse Two: Everybody rides with the women boys and girls each one teach one but we can't save the world all at one day you could take it play by play and once you're on the path don't you ever go this way if your leader wants to holla but you can't make him plead you can give a man some wizdom but you can't make him man feel coz stichin time says nine the early bird gets the worm but all you can think about is gettin attention for your firm if knowledge is power and power is knowledge, then how so many idiots be graduating from colleges better the B-side than the be gotted fool than to speakin to move all out you know what I'm talking about when opportunity knocks you better let him in and sit him on down and try to be his friend in order to be a professional first you got to be a beginner but if you keep on pushing you can be a winner Chorus Verse Three: Red yellow black white or brown if every mind their business we can all get down it all starts and on coz once they're grown they're gone and once they're on their own their own you got to leave them alone be a leader and if you can't be a leader make sure your leader is a damn good teacher and imagine if you was in a car and your life was wasted somebody was on your back and you had to give him some space put the better to the matter where it match at low but make sure you stay in your lane and go strof to strof we don't need no penaltys or eliminations or disqualifications what we need is penetrations now what you heard before but sometimes life is what you make it I ain't the one thats known for fakin or perpetratin if Albert was an Einstein and Phillis was a Diller and Michael Jackson was a thriller then you could be a winner Chorus extended Fade out |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
Verse 1: PS
Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew |
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from Coolio - My Soul (1997)
Chorus:
Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he walks through Verse 1: If there be a dope beat then all y'all see Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique Freak yo physique and you betta not compete Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep Never comin' cheap, forty creep And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep I steal money from the rich And give it to the poor, it's Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are Bring it from the back and bring it to the front Cause you gotta give the people what they want Now hump, do the stomp to the butt Big homie shake your gut As long as you get your ass up It's a party over here and let me make it clear 40 Thevz is the crew So you better come anew Ain't a damn thing change since the first one And if you didn't hear the album go get one (One) Chorus: Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he walks through. Verse 2: Here come the thief on the old school beat And I never knew the meaning of the word "defeat" The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes Yet, fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly Just cook 'em all up like gumbo And block their ass like Mutumbo Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall And what if hip hop had to take a great fall And what if rhyme was a crime And each and every time That you spit a dope line You might have to do some time Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town But Coolio will be ready for the showdown Chorus: Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down' like your 'posed to and pass a joint to the loc when he roll through Verse 3: If the shoe fit, put it on and stick And if your ass uncash don't let your mouth write no check Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4-0 This hip hop that I'm holdin' I'll make it move your hoe It's the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open You can't understand how I do it I'm just true to it I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent Uh, let it ring, let it rip Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don't you let the record skip Synchronize the watch, cause the party don't stop Till the neighborhood watch call the cops It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section) Chorus: Are you ready to throwndown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and pass the brew to the loc when he roll through Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he roll through. Fool! |
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from Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise [single] (1995)
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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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
[WC]
aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the lip talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up? [Coolio] yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool [WC] nah, they know what time it is but, you know, for those who don't know I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight aiyo, G we're gon' do it like this why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc [Coolio] right all you niggas run and tell a friend, um bad mutha fuckas is bad again MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and if I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman 'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye if you leaped up your seat you met your doom Big G could start a fight in an empty room you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon I don't give a fuck about you or your crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} brothers of the mother MAAD Circle I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who [WC] nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas (I don't know) don't they know, um I gets busy like Illegal flow like water drop bomb shit like a seagull a janky ass nigga known to sag and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static) and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} [Coolio] another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it turn it to the hook and kick in the door may all the traytons be forgot but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O with the mutha fucking god damn flow so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} [Coolio] un huh all you punk ass mutha fuckas the real steel is in the heel for year feel brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch |
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from Coolio - It Takes A Thief (1994)
A bitch is a bitch and we all know
that a ho is a ho wit a toe-up slut so if you're gotta have em, might as well be a fine one but it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one So they go and get a bitch that's lookin like Trixie and Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker and the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a hooker Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin But everytime I see her, you're beggin Go get you a girl that got somethin goin Get rid of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon Now you wanna fight cos you're baggin on your Mrs But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches They say 'beauty is skin deep' but goddamn weeded bitch look like buckwheat mixed with opi Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor and her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up Niggas started dissin and you blamed it on the gin but the very next day you was with the bitch again Now your ass is gettin clowned like Bozo but that's what you get for fuckin with that ugly ho I don't know what possessed you, nigga Stand that hooker in front of a trigger Spendin your time with a big goony-goo-goo To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo" Dig a ditch down in desperation Send that monster on a permanent vacation The girl is chop-top, but you don't listen Cos some niggas like fuckin with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches Interlude Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin he don't see me Talkin with a bitch that look like a flea G Holdin her hand as he walks thru the plaza I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter The girl is done so take her ass off the oven Put her on a BOOM and send her back to the covent Cookin up a plan in a big, black cauldron And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin into a trap cos now the whore is pregnant 9 months later and she's squirted on an insect He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test Now he's sendin child support in a big fat cheque My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin liquor One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her Riches to rags and rags to riches but that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems kinda sad cos this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches Outro: So you mean to tell me you fuckin with a bald-headed, ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look-a-like, cisco drinkin, loud, ignorant, fucked-up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down, once-a-month bleedin, butthead swap-meet, AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch? Nigga what's wrong wit you? (That's alright. She take care of a nigga though, that's all I know nigga. That's OK yeah, that's OK nigga) |
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