Do You Want It lyrics - Coolio (feat. Katija)
Yeah, KB
Coolio
Imma show you how I get it real
Imma show you how s'posed to feel
Imma go go gang, gangsta on it
Deeper than a lesbian, ain't no opponents
Ain't no opposition, ain't no competition
So set it up and wet it up, assume position
I'm Shaka Zulu Whu-Lu you, my baby baby
I'm super sloppy on your lobby, yeah I'll drive ya crazy
Do you want it in the bathroom? Yeah
Do you want it in the living room? Yeah
Do you want it in the bedroom? Yeah
Starting up for now on the head room
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Imma give it to ya!
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Come get it then!
Coolio with the flow, with the whole committee
I got big lips, I can suck both titties
I ain't playin' wit' ya, girl, I'm stayin' wit' ya
We're both layin' on the beach in the big picture
I don't give a fuck, do what you like
I'm a lesbian, I can handle dykes
Cobra Kai, Chip and Dale, when it's time to strike
Got soul in my pole, Magic Mike
Stand tall, man tower
Hope you can handle 'bout four hours
No seafood or clam chowder
Pineapples grow me man power
Stand tall, man tower
Hope you can handle 'bout four hours
No seafood or clam chowder
Pineapples grow me man power
Do you want it in the bathroom? Yeah
Do you want it in the living room? Yeah
Do you want it in the bedroom? Yeah
Starting up for now on the head room
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Imma give it to ya!
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Come get it then!
'Cause I want it in the bathroom
Yeah I need it in my living room
'Cause I want it in the bedroom
Show me, baby, what's your next move
We can do it from the left to the right
Top to the bottom, silk or cotton
In the front seat, back seat
On the trunk, on the hood, like a track meet
You want it, I got it
Freak to the beat, ain't no stoppin'
Up all night, boy, we poppin'
Who can do it like us, nobody
Your body on my body
We stay kicking it like karate
Your fantasy is my hobby
Do you want it in the bathroom? Yeah
Do you want it in the living room? Yeah
Do you want it in the bedroom? Yeah
Starting up for now on the head room
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Imma give it to ya!
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you want it? Do you want it? I want it
Do you need it? Do you need it? I need it
Come get it then!
Out Fa The Bag lyrics - Coolio (feat. AI & C.L.A.Y.)
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the... out out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
I'm making plays on my way to court
She playing games with my life like this shit a sport
And I been out here in the field niggas on the porch
And stealing milk from the baby's on child support
All I really want to do is lift my la familia
I think I seen the bitch before she looking familiar
I spent a thousand on my jewels fuck them looking loos
A couple bands on my shoes make a bitch choose
She gon suck dick cuz she like to count
I ride around in a jag like I'm Tran pounce
Bitch I can make a 8ball bounce
Bitch I can send them packs to yo town
I been stacking it up in large amounts
I just let that money talk before I announce
She don't want slack she want POW
As soon as that bitch get the signal she going down
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the... out out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Wassupper my killas and all my bitches
I hope y'all ready to get these riches
To stacc that gwop them dividends
Me and Wino pimpin in all blue Benz
All blued out on them all blue rims
Them 1s them 10s them dubs and fins
When you got c notes then you got boats
And hoes and golds hanging from your throat
With icing on em you shining homie
It's funny with a bag you never lonely
Stocks and bonds and a big ass lawn
And a Maserati in your garage
Some read Bibles some study Koran
You fuckin redheads brunettes and blonds
When yo pocket low tho you get no run
No drank no food no fun
Get the bag homie
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the... out out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
They say Clay why you acting like an asshole
I sad nigga cuz I'm all about my cash flow
Imma Byg Dawg y'all niggas tadpoles
Niggas tryna go fast but they gas low
I got a bitch that's from Houston like an Astro
I kill that pussy like Jason no mask tho
Out for the cash I'm moving fast never last hoe
Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe
Told her that I'm hungry she took a nigga to maestro's
This ain't my first rodeo I pulled her like a lassle
Fast go then go fast baby like Nascar
Say they get the bag these niggas sad I laugh hard
Niggas know I come with plenty heat
Blow her back out in between the sheets
Ain't talking money I don't wanna speak
They sleeping on me so they counting sheep
Official my name ringing in the streets
Always making money in my sleep
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the... out out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out out fa the bag, out fa the bag
Out fa the bag, out out fa the bag
Sientate Y Callate lyrics - Estragos Trifulka, Coolio & Gordo Master (feat. ñompi)
¡You!
Piso la Luna con cada calá de este Blunt
Sigo en el barrio ganando respeto campeón
No hay un problema sin Dos ¡Dos!
Sabes que lo traigo bien cabrón
Incomparable este flow ¡Flow!
Sangre y diamantes bro
Llenando de huellas tu corazón!
Derramando por tu cuerpo este mochordón
Esos puercos comen de mi plato
Platino y diamantes letra de oro blanco
¡Homs!
Saco mi estilo y lo pongo a brillar
Pocho Blue Berry me pongo a fumar
Pa todos mi perros allá en mi ciudad
Prende otro de Mota dame otro Mezcal
El king de mi city rey como Pacal
Nadando en la playa tomando Champagne
De roll por Europa relax con mi Clan
Versos adictivos que parecen ¡Crack!
Un perro de guerra por este junglar
Buscando la Money traficando Rap
La calle caliente de tanto fumar
Puro Psycho Loco buscando más ¡Cash!
¡Siéntate, Cállate!
Escucho duro por dentro
Soy el pinchi negro, pero
Más ruco y chido por dentro
Hasta la fecha tengo varios arrebotando
Mi pistola y rifle
I put a bunch of holes to your condo
Fuck what they talking about
Thought maybe I could chuck em out
Line them up like a firing squad
Your life is mine nigga call me God
If you good to go nigga then you gone
As your life is I said patron
Fuck it y'all nigga ya said this song
There ain't no escaping this teradone
My herrera I like it cold
All my hoes be hiding bo
Which drinking freak suck a dick
For about a week so to speak
The fuck will you blame?
The fuck will you say?
The fuck will you say?
Yo traigo glame ando con el equipo gang gang gang!
A whole lot of games como el cartel
Paisas maniacos rompiendo ley
Make America White again
Este es un gang! Gang gang gang!
Mexas tiran el 1 y 3
Cuando ando con Coolio también soy creep
Soy un drugstar sueños de rockstar
Di no a las drogas, ¡consume mota!
¡Siéntate, Cállate!
Escucho duro por dentro
Soy el pinchi negro, pero más ruco y chido por dentro
Hasta la fecha tengo varios arrebotando
Mi pistola y rifle, I put a bunch of holes to your condo!
¡Siéntate, Cállate!
¡Siéntate, Cállate!
¡Siéntate, Cállate!
Escucho duro por dentro...
TAG "YOU IT" lyrics - Coolio (feat. Too $hort, DJ Wino)
[DJ Wino:]
Tag, tag, tag, tag
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Never gon' be yours 'cause it all about the bag
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Once I catch you (yeah), you it
[Too $hort:]
Tag, bitch, you it, nope, I ain't on that wifey shit
Tag bitch, you it, nope, I ain't on that wifey shit
I say fuck it if i don't like the bitch
A whole lot of money, that's all I get
So kick rocks, keep yo ass goin, run a lot of game
That's all I'm doin', let her ride this dick like a wave
She fuck with me, I let her surf all day
I'm in that pussy with her on top
Shoot her in the face for the money shot
'Cause she nasty and I like that
I'ma wait a few days and come right back
Now I'm stuck, I need a tow truck
She got some good ass pussy and she love to fuck
It's only one way to get me out
I say tag then I nutt in her mouth
[DJ Wino:]
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Never gon' be yours 'cause it all about the bag
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Once I catch you (yeah), you it
[Coolio:]
Tag bitch, back back, bitch
You'll never get a bag, 'cause you a smash bitch
Ragged, feet all fuck up
Homie Hopper, the neighborhood dump truck
Section 8 E.B.T.T.A.N.F. not for me
Might be for you though, use a do low
Still living with your momma, no plan to move though
Common hoe, average hoe, Obama hoe
She full of drama, bro
Find you a real one, funky feel one
One you can trust, don't have to kill one
One who get up off her fat ass, here's the deal, son
She'll never get rich, bitch, middle school dropout
Put it mouth here, as soon as it pop out
White, Black, Mexican
Asia, Arab, Indian
Don't matter where she from, she dumb and full of cum
Don't cook or clean, just a pretty ass bum
Ain't about shit, fool the homie hit too
One for the red team, two for the blue
Fuck them blunt-smoking pill poppin' deuce breath ass
Five foot bass mouth bitches
The mountain go high but the rabbit hole deeper
[DJ Wino:]
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Never gon' be yours 'cause it all about the bag
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Once I catch you (yeah), you it
Oh shit, she the one, when you slide to the flat
You better have one 'cause it's four across the street
Five in the backyard, All looking tough, they hungry as fuck
Little sister braiding, 'cuz looking crazy
When you come through, all eyes on you
She popped her head out, she said "Gimme ten"
I said I'll give you two, 'cuz you know what it do
Now everything inside of me is telling me to push
And if I stant around, I might just wish
Then I listen to myself once again
'Cause fucking with her ass, you can wind up in the pen
'Cause the pussy that good, She can make it pop
She can make it swing, She can make it drop
Now to get it that good, it take a whole lot of practice
The stop, drop, and roll, That's a whole lot of action
They say it's all good when its coming from the hood
You better get it how you get it, better get it while it good
Now I ain't mad at her, I'm just over here thinking
Who else in this yard been over beating?
I better snap back, her two minutes up, here she come now
But look who pulling up, it's my nigga Snoopy Blue 9-7, What it do?
Hey say "Damn, Wino" 'cause you know this bitch too
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Never gon' be yours 'cause it all about the bag
Freeze, tag, you it
Freeze, tag, she's it
Freeze, tag, you it
Once I catch you (yeah), you it
The Floor Is Lava lyrics - Teddi Gold & Coolio
Warning, warning
Heat index is rising
Warning, warning
System failure
Warning, warning
Everything is burning
Warning, warning, warning, warning
Warning, stop, the floor is lava
Stop, droll, roll, the floor is lava
I'm too hot to touch but you know that you wanna
I'm cooler than ice but I'm hotter than a sauna
On the surface of the sun, in the middle of the summer
Running so fast with my feet on fire
Running so fast but I don't get tired
Running so fast that my feet on fire
My feet on fire, my feet on fire
Running so fast with my feet on fire
Running so fast but I don't get tired
Running so fast that my feet on fire
My feet on fire, my feet on fire
Don't touch me, I'm hot, don't touch me, I'm hot
You like what you see? Then you'll love what I got
Don't touch me, I'm hot, don't touch me, I'm hot
You think you can catch me, well give it a shot
Warning, warning
Heat index is rising
Warning, warning
System failure
Warning, warning
Everything is burning (there is no escape)
Warning (let it go), warning (let it go)
Warning, ouch, ow! The floor is lava
Skip to my loo, booboo what it do?
There's lava on the dance floor (cool, ooh)
It might burn him, but it won't burn Coo
Baby so hot in them kerosene boots
And my soul so cold that my tongue go bold
And brazen, so tell me what it is you saying
They say she's amazing, you know I ain't playing
With them bullies, pause when a player get pussy
Gushy gully, we gucci baby, let's make a movie
It's gon' take a whole team of suckers to move me
Me and Teddy, we ready to get golden and cheeky
So Stan me, lady, let's get campy, baby
Running so fast with my feet on fire
Running so fast but I don't get tired
Running so fast that my feet on fire
My feet on fire, my feet on fire
Stop, droll, roll, the floor is lava
I'm too hot to touch but you know that you wanna
You're on fire
Cooler than ice but I'm way too high
Teddi Gold
Teddi Gold, Coolio, oh yeah
There's no escape
We Got The Power lyrics - Estragos Trifulka, Treach & Cool
Yaaaaaa
Power
Yaaaaaa
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
Black and brown in the streets right now you made us act a foo-ool
Bloods and crips cholos and Pisa's ain't nothing nice we strikers
Made a truce with the oose and now we got the power to set this shit on fire
Load yo handy tie yo rag it's time to aim yo choppa
At the real enemy the ones killing you and me
Every mufuccin day and night yo
Pull em down off they high horse
Infiltrate they circle with some high hos
Cause ninety ni na na na nine percent of the plan is to leave they ass stifled
Searching for answers in they bible I'm talking bout 5 - 0
This process is vital
Push em bacc let them hands go
It's only so much a man can handle
Can't none of them maggots hold a candle to the Wild West east side loced out vandal
A lot of y'all bitches far as I see
Heart pumping kool aid and Hennessy
Gangsta you are not but that's exactly who you pretend to be
Y'all pussy niggas ain't no friend to me
Snitches must die individually
Wipe shit on they headstone
When they all dead gone break the homies out the penitentiary
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
Black and brown in the streets right now you made us act a foo-ool
Bloods and crips cholos and Pisa's ain't nothing nice we strikers
Made a truce with the oose and now we got the power to set this shit on fire
Pyscho, puro paisa, cucú
Puro niño feo a grabar pa' youtube
Vengo en caravana como un chú chú
Se ve desmadre, un chingo de humo
Somos una bola de gente loca
Una bola de maniacos más grande que la chota
Vamos bien tendidos sobre el walmart (walmart)
Tengo ganas de matar un placa (placa)
Esta noche salgo en la tele, voy a ser primicia en CNN
Bien pastilla todo se me olvida, yo le jalo al gatillo pa' darle a un policía
Con la bandana nadie me ve
Para los güeros racistas todos somos "José"
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
Black and brown in the streets right now you made us act a foo-ool
Bloods and crips cholos and Pisa's ain't nothing nice we strikers
Made a truce with the oose and now we got the power to set this shit on fire
Guns in the den we call'em
Zimmerman killa a man
Trigger men breaking news
Den Den Den, fuck you sue
Me trust me suwoo AK
Wit a KKK watch what you do
Few in some shades in the shade throwing shade
Real nigga in parades with grenades fuck a raid
Tell the 12 keep the fuck away
Nigga drive the truck away
The chapter after actually factually is a master piece
Ashy ass get some lotion for your ashy knees
Word got back to me bow down in the fuck'em all factory
East way to the west way
Bloods, crips, samoans, and esai's machine guns machetes
East way to the west way
Bloods, crips, samoans, and esai's machine guns machetes
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
Black and brown in the streets right now you made us act a foo-ool
Bloods and crips cholos and Pisa's ain't nothing nice we strikers
Made a truce with the oose and now we got the power to set this shit on fire
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
Black and brown in the streets right now you made us act a foo-ool
Bloods and crips cholos and Pisa's ain't nothing nice we strikers
Made a truce with the oose and now we got the power to set this shit on fire
From The Bottom 2 The Top lyrics - Coolio (feat. Goast & A.I)
Yeah...
Streets are still hard...
I still walk the yard...
My soul is still scar...
When darkness falls across my face
Swept hoping tears upon my face
These times like this that I can't erase
This goes a being whip, chain, hand or mace
So I try to accept a high to feel the base
We concepts and dreams of a different places
But all that lies and life that I was taught
And all the good things that I forgot
That cold and then I avert, wipe a pussy like a savage
Got an untight rip or love my bad habits
Sometimes I faith to the fiend sometimes I laugh at it
Get being on a project take a step at it
I don't med it by my static I don't need to be graphic
I steped to being mine and you go see achieve
Cuz you don't even know what it into G
Don't see the end of an A and the history
I want to change the world to real
This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
These things inside I show but I cannot hide
And now I lost count of a times I tried
The times I lied about shit that with me with necessary
I changed my floor but my scar really never very
I feel like abyss sometimes I waited a vex I veil like a vessel
Killed on my back and shoulders would be other soldier I told you
Cuz I wake the hood like a big para fold you
Who don't understand the meaning of the mystery
My baby be so wet clothes so don't you be
Acting like a gangster cuz my bangers being
Shitting on the block with that 23
Mellow me derails that I set you free
So maybe you can see where I can't see
So we run about life shit cross bitches and gillish news
Big changes amuse the bullshit we saw in the news
I want to change the world to real
This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
Streets are still hard...
I still walk the yard...
My soul is still scar...
When darkness falls across my face
Swept hoping tears upon my face
These times like this that I can't erase
This goes a being whip, chain, hand or mace
So I try to accept a high to feel the base
We concepts and dreams of a different places
But all that lies and life that I was taught
And all the good things that I forgot
That cold and then I avert, wipe a pussy like a savage
Got an untight rip or love my bad habits
Sometimes I faith to the fiend sometimes I laugh at it
Get being on a project take a step at it
I don't med it by my static I don't need to be graphic
I steped to being mine and you go see achieve
Cuz you don't even know what it into G
Don't see the end of an A and the history
I want to change the world to real
This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
These things inside I show but I cannot hide
And now I lost count of a times I tried
The times I lied about shit that with me with necessary
I changed my floor but my scar really never very
I feel like abyss sometimes I waited a vex I veil like a vessel
Killed on my back and shoulders would be other soldier I told you
Cuz I wake the hood like a big para fold you
Who don't understand the meaning of the mystery
My baby be so wet clothes so don't you be
Acting like a gangster cuz my bangers being
Shitting on the block with that 23
Mellow me derails that I set you free
So maybe you can see where I can't see
So we run about life shit cross bitches and gillish news
Big changes amuse the bullshit we saw in the news
I want to change the world to real
This size at homily, it slowly breaking me down
I'm still the same inside my brain
And if I change, it might just break me down
Gangsta Walk lyrics - Coolio (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop]
Yeah Yeah, what it do nephew
It's YA crippin' cousin Big Snoop D O double G
Oh yeah west west y'all
We way over here in Italy man
Cud U Say That Man? Italia Man?
You know what I'm talkin' bout
My nigga coolio out there doing real big
We Blowin On Some Of That Shyt
Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together
You know we in trouble
[Coolio]
Kit kat, kick back homie don't you sit back
And hype when the sound start
To click like a click-clack
Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at
You rep don't got no respectance
Time to go get that
So lift that point that aim where's his dome at
Show these punk niggas how we do where we roam at
Roll that, roll that TVs on the
Roll back caddies start to cap
Twenty niggas in the throwback
Get back you can't win that
Don't pretend that, you ain't got no chance
Put these balls where ya chin at
Spit heat, get cheese
That's how we move that
Who that move that nigga where ya crew at
You betta get ya money nigga
Stack some chips
Where the time of days ain't sunny nigga
I hope ya mouth ain't runny nigga
If it is, ya body gon' hop like bunny nigga
[Chorus]
We got the gangsta walk
Gangsta talk, gangsta way
We got the gangsta way gangsta say
We got the gangsta walk
Gangsta talk, gangsta way
We got the gangsta way gangsta say
Yeah Yeah, what it do nephew
It's YA crippin' cousin Big Snoop D O double G
Oh yeah west west y'all
We way over here in Italy man
Cud U Say That Man? Italia Man?
You know what I'm talkin' bout
My nigga coolio out there doing real big
We Blowin On Some Of That Shyt
Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together
You know we in trouble
[Coolio]
Kit kat, kick back homie don't you sit back
And hype when the sound start
To click like a click-clack
Only nigga trippin lil' homie where ya shit at
You rep don't got no respectance
Time to go get that
So lift that point that aim where's his dome at
Show these punk niggas how we do where we roam at
Roll that, roll that TVs on the
Roll back caddies start to cap
Twenty niggas in the throwback
Get back you can't win that
Don't pretend that, you ain't got no chance
Put these balls where ya chin at
Spit heat, get cheese
That's how we move that
Who that move that nigga where ya crew at
You betta get ya money nigga
Stack some chips
Where the time of days ain't sunny nigga
I hope ya mouth ain't runny nigga
If it is, ya body gon' hop like bunny nigga
[Chorus]
We got the gangsta walk
Gangsta talk, gangsta way
We got the gangsta way gangsta say
We got the gangsta walk
Gangsta talk, gangsta way
We got the gangsta way gangsta say
Do It lyrics - Coolio (feat. Goast)
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
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
1 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)
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, needs 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 fillet minon and still let me know I'm the
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it, get to it
Let's do it
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
1 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)
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, needs 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 fillet minon and still let me know I'm the
What Is An MC? lyrics - Coolio
[Verse 1]
Yo, the G is off the chain when you come round here
Better watch what you claim when you come round here
You can do your thing when you come round here
But it's blessed that you can hang when you come round here
Ain't no playin games when you come round here
Weak niggas feel the flame when they come round here
We tryina make it bang when you come round here
Everything ain't the same when you come round here
DJ's pump the bass up
And pull the lights back
It's time to get it crackin and we love it when it's like that
Ain't no reason for no treason
So put the hater-ray down in this new millenium season
Who you gon' believe in while you're cheesin?
Ain't no logic or no reason in your teachings
I'm steady on the grind round while you're reachin
So just sit and look and listen, hear my twenty screechin
[Hook]
What is an MC if he can't rap?
How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap?
Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin back
Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
What is a DJ if he can't scratch?
How you gon' keep on trickin and stay fat?
Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap
Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
[Verse 2]
You can be yourself when you come round here
Ain't no titles or no belts when you come round here
Keep your game on stealth when you come round here
But be about your wealth when you come round here
You get cut and left when you come round here
So don't let 'em see you sweat when you come round here
We'll be makin busters melt when they come round here
So you'd better check yourself when you come round here
We be gettin gangsta with it all through the weekend
Get your lazy ass up, no time for sleepin
Call your homegirls up, jump in your jeep and
They ain't ready when you come, then you're leavin
You're goin to the club, it's time for freakin
You ain't got no ID to try to sneak in
It's on and crackin once again you cheat the G-game
Just open up your mind, no time for tweakin
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fat meat is greasy when you come round here
So don't be acting cheesy when you come round here
You might go off the heasy when you come round here
And we'll still be bumpin Eazy when you come round here
You better watch the greedy when you come round here
Cos some of these fools are sleazy when you come round here
Give to the needy when you come round here
But understand you can't defeat me when you come round here
Most stack a grip, trip and roll with some new friends
Some'll sell their soul to the devil just to chip in
Some'll lie, steal and rob their mama just to get ends
Which one is you nigga?
Where do you fit in?
But this thing don't stop just cos you's a trick
And hatin cos you ain't rich, you's a bitch
we gon' dip like the old school, c'est la vie
Hop your tread like me
Watch what you say and get paid like C
[Hook]
Yo, the G is off the chain when you come round here
Better watch what you claim when you come round here
You can do your thing when you come round here
But it's blessed that you can hang when you come round here
Ain't no playin games when you come round here
Weak niggas feel the flame when they come round here
We tryina make it bang when you come round here
Everything ain't the same when you come round here
DJ's pump the bass up
And pull the lights back
It's time to get it crackin and we love it when it's like that
Ain't no reason for no treason
So put the hater-ray down in this new millenium season
Who you gon' believe in while you're cheesin?
Ain't no logic or no reason in your teachings
I'm steady on the grind round while you're reachin
So just sit and look and listen, hear my twenty screechin
[Hook]
What is an MC if he can't rap?
How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap?
Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin back
Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
What is a DJ if he can't scratch?
How you gon' keep on trickin and stay fat?
Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap
Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
[Verse 2]
You can be yourself when you come round here
Ain't no titles or no belts when you come round here
Keep your game on stealth when you come round here
But be about your wealth when you come round here
You get cut and left when you come round here
So don't let 'em see you sweat when you come round here
We'll be makin busters melt when they come round here
So you'd better check yourself when you come round here
We be gettin gangsta with it all through the weekend
Get your lazy ass up, no time for sleepin
Call your homegirls up, jump in your jeep and
They ain't ready when you come, then you're leavin
You're goin to the club, it's time for freakin
You ain't got no ID to try to sneak in
It's on and crackin once again you cheat the G-game
Just open up your mind, no time for tweakin
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Fat meat is greasy when you come round here
So don't be acting cheesy when you come round here
You might go off the heasy when you come round here
And we'll still be bumpin Eazy when you come round here
You better watch the greedy when you come round here
Cos some of these fools are sleazy when you come round here
Give to the needy when you come round here
But understand you can't defeat me when you come round here
Most stack a grip, trip and roll with some new friends
Some'll sell their soul to the devil just to chip in
Some'll lie, steal and rob their mama just to get ends
Which one is you nigga?
Where do you fit in?
But this thing don't stop just cos you's a trick
And hatin cos you ain't rich, you's a bitch
we gon' dip like the old school, c'est la vie
Hop your tread like me
Watch what you say and get paid like C
[Hook]
Shake It Up lyrics - Coolio
[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]
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]
I Like Girls lyrics - Coolio
Hey....(That's the way I like it)
Somebody told me that you're not my kind so have I lost my mind
You keep on doing all the things I like you got me hypnotised
(But) That's the way I like it
Girl you make me wanna move, it's a price I got to pay
For all the things you do, but I like it
[*]Gotta listen to the groove and you gotta listen well
The way I go, that's the way I like it
[CHORUS:]
Everybody now (I like it)
Everybody now (That's the way I like it)
Everybody come on (I like it)
Everybody come on (That's the way I like it)
Oh mystery lady you've got something I like
Tell me you're here to stay
You're dangerous so baby could you do me right
Will you come out to play
Cause that's the way I like it
[REPEAT *]
[CHORUS]
Everybody com'on (I like it)
Everybody com'on
[REPEAT *]
That's the way that I like it
That is the way I like it
That's the way that I like it
Everybody now, everybody com'on [REPEAT WHOLE VERSE]
That's the way I like it
Somebody told me that you're not my kind so have I lost my mind
You keep on doing all the things I like you got me hypnotised
(But) That's the way I like it
Girl you make me wanna move, it's a price I got to pay
For all the things you do, but I like it
[*]Gotta listen to the groove and you gotta listen well
The way I go, that's the way I like it
[CHORUS:]
Everybody now (I like it)
Everybody now (That's the way I like it)
Everybody come on (I like it)
Everybody come on (That's the way I like it)
Oh mystery lady you've got something I like
Tell me you're here to stay
You're dangerous so baby could you do me right
Will you come out to play
Cause that's the way I like it
[REPEAT *]
[CHORUS]
Everybody com'on (I like it)
Everybody com'on
[REPEAT *]
That's the way that I like it
That is the way I like it
That's the way that I like it
Everybody now, everybody com'on [REPEAT WHOLE VERSE]
That's the way I like it
Sunshine lyrics - Coolio
[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 your 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 wanna see all y'all bubble
And rise to the top then prove to be hard like a rock
Cos you know it don't stop unless we let it all stop
So when you face to face with adversity, just curse him, C
And look him in the eye, and let him know, that he can't hurt a G
And that you willin' ta risk it all
For the things of people that you believe in
So educate yourself in order to assess your achievements
And if I had to explain this realer so you could see it in your mind -
I guess it's kinda like sunshine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Before I continue let me make one thing clear
Took me a while but there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red Sea and lead you to the promised land
Our demons blazin, and it feels amazin
I can lay here till I'm old and grey and shrivelled like a raisin
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for nothing but cold steel, fast cash and hot payment
Impatient to be a baller and roll a SS on Daytons
And now I'm here and I promise to get my whole soul, mind, body and spirit
And try to lift every voice and rhyme loud as hell so all y'all can hear it
And still remember the words from that old hip-hop spiritual
I'm livin in a Gangsta Paradise and I hope y'all remember too
And even though it's west coast eastside Compton on mine
It's ok 'cos I don't mind if you share some of my sunshine
[Chorus x2]
I'm diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyin before they take away my sunshine
I ain't lyin (sunshine)
I'll be diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyin before they take away my sunshine
And I ain't lyin (sunshine)
[fade...]
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 your 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 wanna see all y'all bubble
And rise to the top then prove to be hard like a rock
Cos you know it don't stop unless we let it all stop
So when you face to face with adversity, just curse him, C
And look him in the eye, and let him know, that he can't hurt a G
And that you willin' ta risk it all
For the things of people that you believe in
So educate yourself in order to assess your achievements
And if I had to explain this realer so you could see it in your mind -
I guess it's kinda like sunshine
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Before I continue let me make one thing clear
Took me a while but there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red Sea and lead you to the promised land
Our demons blazin, and it feels amazin
I can lay here till I'm old and grey and shrivelled like a raisin
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for nothing but cold steel, fast cash and hot payment
Impatient to be a baller and roll a SS on Daytons
And now I'm here and I promise to get my whole soul, mind, body and spirit
And try to lift every voice and rhyme loud as hell so all y'all can hear it
And still remember the words from that old hip-hop spiritual
I'm livin in a Gangsta Paradise and I hope y'all remember too
And even though it's west coast eastside Compton on mine
It's ok 'cos I don't mind if you share some of my sunshine
[Chorus x2]
I'm diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyin before they take away my sunshine
I ain't lyin (sunshine)
I'll be diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyin before they take away my sunshine
And I ain't lyin (sunshine)
[fade...]
Knockout Kings lyrics - Coolio (feat. The Replacements)
[Verse 1 - Coolio]
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
[The Replacements]
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim
Survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring
[Hook]
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
[ding] [ding] now it's on again!
[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout
Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds
The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks
After the standin eight head to your corner to sit
Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!"
It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds
I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - The Replacements]
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin
I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
Amazed, ain't no love, only hate
Let me hit you with these boulders
Servin you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya
You see two of me, don't ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
[Hook x2]
(1 - 2 - 3 - 4)
You in the ring with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin better
Massive concussion, career over, no discussion
Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a peep ho
This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre
Call in the doctor
He's been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up
He's gettin banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab
Right into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponents
[The Replacements]
These combinations are taking me places
Knockin my opponents outa they shoes
With tight laces
Makin faces as they body hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim
Survivin the game
Pound for pound you got the best man standing right here
Round for round I got the cowards runnin in fear
Town for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your Knockout King is up in the ring
[Hook]
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
4 to the body and 2 to the chin!
1 - 2 - 3, killer!
4 - 5 - 6, spitter!
7 - 8 - 9 - 10
[ding] [ding] now it's on again!
[Verse 2 - The Replacements]
Uh, round for round and pound for pound
It's the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin that you ready to pout
Yeah he hit the ropes in front of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 rounds
The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin with the best around
Taped-up wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks
After the standin eight head to your corner to sit
Manager screamin at you: "Fight back, move his fists!"
It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds
I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kisses
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - The Replacements]
Body-blow, uppercut, accidental elbow
Ming Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all tappin
Skills quickly end all the gossipin and yappin
I'm talkin Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny Gill (my, my, my)
Amazed, ain't no love, only hate
Let me hit you with these boulders
Servin you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya
Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya
You see two of me, don't ya?
From the series of punches
To your dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you some crunches
I throw thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin and punkin now
Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
[Hook x2]
Intro lyrics - Coolio
[The sound of rain falling and a devil like voice laughing]
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!
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!
2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk lyrics - Coolio
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
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
One Mo lyrics - Coolio (feat. 40 Thevz)
[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]
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]
The Devil Is Dope lyrics - Coolio
[Verse 1:]
If you free your mind your ass has got to
But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through
Searchin' for answers without no questions
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y'all was no exception
It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's true
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just like you
So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
[Chorus:]
The devil is dope (Dope)
Out of control
The devil is dope
The devil is dope
Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah)
The devil is dope
[Verse 2:]
Things seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
Cause the dosage wasn't right
Now his chest is gettin' tight
And everything is goin' black
But it's the middle of the day, figure that
But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!)
And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!)
Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (Tic Tac's!)
And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
And all money ain't good money
But everybody want the cream and honey
Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (Yeah!)
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
It's like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
You move your sales from motel to hotel
Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
And it's your task to try to make a meal ticket
So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!)
You's a victim and since you got your own mind
It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
Choose your weapon cause your first impression
Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
If you still blind and you can't see
You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don't run!)
And remember what I told you
Remember who brought a soldier
I wanna wake you up like Sega
consume large amounts of dank-a
Man overboard
Beware of the underlords
Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!)
[Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there]
If you free your mind your ass has got to
But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through
Searchin' for answers without no questions
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y'all was no exception
It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's true
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just like you
So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
[Chorus:]
The devil is dope (Dope)
Out of control
The devil is dope
The devil is dope
Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah)
The devil is dope
[Verse 2:]
Things seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
Cause the dosage wasn't right
Now his chest is gettin' tight
And everything is goin' black
But it's the middle of the day, figure that
But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!)
And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!)
Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (Tic Tac's!)
And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
And all money ain't good money
But everybody want the cream and honey
Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (Yeah!)
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
It's like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
You move your sales from motel to hotel
Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
And it's your task to try to make a meal ticket
So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!)
You's a victim and since you got your own mind
It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
Choose your weapon cause your first impression
Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
If you still blind and you can't see
You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don't run!)
And remember what I told you
Remember who brought a soldier
I wanna wake you up like Sega
consume large amounts of dank-a
Man overboard
Beware of the underlords
Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!)
[Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there]
Hit 'Em lyrics - Coolio (feat. Ras Kass)
It has
Come to my understanding that
There are those, who have questioned my skills
And abilities
Since it is thus
I must
Release it, myself
Forth with be thou repremanded
Hit'em!
Hocus
Focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the 40 jump yo ass like a pogo
You betta kick it 'cause I've been working on my mojo
Make your crew disappear like, dorthy and todo
Your trippen on me, because your girl want my thoto
Nigga, ya betta cheer before I send my homey home with your homey
Fools get creamed when they steps into my dojo
With the ghetto witch doctor sprinkling nerves on the voco
I deliver hits like my name was Fugi Moto
Platinum and gold all the way to Alcapulco
To all rappers in the national domestic and loco
Step to the fo'o get your ass rolled up like a rollo
Your points need bifocals
Ya betta try to see like todo
My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I play your ass like polo
I kick it solo
From here to soho
You ain't no man eating nigga
So yo home style is no no
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
Get that nigga, Get that nigga [during chorus]
I'm sticken niggas like mexicans in pentatensuries
The nigga is flinching
See everytime the niggas bitching me
Grew up off of avylon and century
With a hundred ways of illegal entery
Can't enter me
My momma fucked the uni-bomber thats why I'm blowing shit to smitherines
I'm like (du do ooo)
The nigga flyin gilatine
The illest things I bring
They not even devon take a swing
Before a nigga serve me
The 76's are gonna ring
Fuck ya team
Crowbar eat niggas up like Idi I mean
It's time we started serving niggas like they was dope feins
I smoke on label rosters when I rock like tha thing in the bucket doing
95 like Rodney king
Extreme anamosity
Your ultimate advisary
I'm like white blood cells fighty HIV inside a cappillary
I beat that ass blindfolded like a piniata
Scary, but prom night I was fucking Cary had her screaming Bloody Mary
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
What,Wipe that nigga off,Whats up Coo,Coo wipe this nigga off [in chorus]
Aight, wwwwait
It ain't over
I burn like a nova
It's tha
All seem all norm like mothafucking Yoda
I rock like baking soda
From comptom Pentacola
An when I drop I'ma cruch all ther bustas like a boda
So grab your hoe'a
An see if you can holda
I put bitches in paires on the Fantastic Voyage on the ship like Noah
I told ya
I'ma soldier
Wake that ass up like foldgers
Get the people what they want to
A little bit more
You don't know the score, what the hell you come in here for
Whip that ass like Grandpa used to do and leave it sore
Its the hardcore take your whole hood to war
Its time for all the bitch ass niggas to hit the door
Go home and get your pen and bruch up on your metaphors
Its the 40 muscateers cutting that ass up with swords
You be the prey I'll be the predator
Bring a present to the asshole
Niggas call me thor
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
Come to my understanding that
There are those, who have questioned my skills
And abilities
Since it is thus
I must
Release it, myself
Forth with be thou repremanded
Hit'em!
Hocus
Focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the 40 jump yo ass like a pogo
You betta kick it 'cause I've been working on my mojo
Make your crew disappear like, dorthy and todo
Your trippen on me, because your girl want my thoto
Nigga, ya betta cheer before I send my homey home with your homey
Fools get creamed when they steps into my dojo
With the ghetto witch doctor sprinkling nerves on the voco
I deliver hits like my name was Fugi Moto
Platinum and gold all the way to Alcapulco
To all rappers in the national domestic and loco
Step to the fo'o get your ass rolled up like a rollo
Your points need bifocals
Ya betta try to see like todo
My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I play your ass like polo
I kick it solo
From here to soho
You ain't no man eating nigga
So yo home style is no no
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
Get that nigga, Get that nigga [during chorus]
I'm sticken niggas like mexicans in pentatensuries
The nigga is flinching
See everytime the niggas bitching me
Grew up off of avylon and century
With a hundred ways of illegal entery
Can't enter me
My momma fucked the uni-bomber thats why I'm blowing shit to smitherines
I'm like (du do ooo)
The nigga flyin gilatine
The illest things I bring
They not even devon take a swing
Before a nigga serve me
The 76's are gonna ring
Fuck ya team
Crowbar eat niggas up like Idi I mean
It's time we started serving niggas like they was dope feins
I smoke on label rosters when I rock like tha thing in the bucket doing
95 like Rodney king
Extreme anamosity
Your ultimate advisary
I'm like white blood cells fighty HIV inside a cappillary
I beat that ass blindfolded like a piniata
Scary, but prom night I was fucking Cary had her screaming Bloody Mary
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
What,Wipe that nigga off,Whats up Coo,Coo wipe this nigga off [in chorus]
Aight, wwwwait
It ain't over
I burn like a nova
It's tha
All seem all norm like mothafucking Yoda
I rock like baking soda
From comptom Pentacola
An when I drop I'ma cruch all ther bustas like a boda
So grab your hoe'a
An see if you can holda
I put bitches in paires on the Fantastic Voyage on the ship like Noah
I told ya
I'ma soldier
Wake that ass up like foldgers
Get the people what they want to
A little bit more
You don't know the score, what the hell you come in here for
Whip that ass like Grandpa used to do and leave it sore
Its the hardcore take your whole hood to war
Its time for all the bitch ass niggas to hit the door
Go home and get your pen and bruch up on your metaphors
Its the 40 muscateers cutting that ass up with swords
You be the prey I'll be the predator
Bring a present to the asshole
Niggas call me thor
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!
Knight Falls lyrics - Coolio
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin ta get me
Its ten-o-clock
And darkness comes to my area
And every night its a little bit more scarier
The eleven-o-clock Monday news
Is more like a horror flick
People sure have changed
It seems that they enjoying this
Death and distruction
With no instruction
Leads to malfunction disruption and full consuption
How can I escape this mind state that im in
I been tryin but it seems that I can't win
I've fallen and I cant 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 wit cocaine
but it still dont ease my pain
Am I insane or a victim of my own fears
Whats goin on we suposed to be happy here
God dont make no junk thats what I been told
But it seems to me that God aint in control
[Chorus]
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me
I need assistance
But all I get is resistance
I try to be presistant
But life can be gone in an instant
Im scared to turn around
Cuz I know somebodys watching
I can feel they evil stares
And I know that they plottin on me
An sceamin
I wish I was dreamin
If my mind was free
I could chase away the deamons
But it aint
And they still cant understand that
All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
The some 'ol pattern
Its got me goin crazy loc
Descendent of a king but I feel like a rodo joke
Is this a sequal
Or all men created equal
The lies that you told told to the people back then
Now they is leathal
And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (shark bait)
Feel my pulse race
Have normal heart rate (heart rate)
And now im startin to feel like I might come up missin
I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldnt listen
[Chorus]
Im feelin depressed stiffle
My life is triful
No famly,friends,or relations
So I stick with my rifle
And my pistol
Im seein stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass 22
Tear a whole in your grisle
Wont say ta say side
Cuz the up yours fell
Off the fall by the way side
So stay yo ass on the plate side
Theres 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
Give my please
Cant somebody help a gee
And will we fight this battle for eternety
I blame you cuz my mind is not my own
So dont blame me if I tresspass in yo zone
Im your creation
The pilot of a twisted nation
Guess this is what your facin
[Chorus]
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin ta get me
Its ten-o-clock
And darkness comes to my area
And every night its a little bit more scarier
The eleven-o-clock Monday news
Is more like a horror flick
People sure have changed
It seems that they enjoying this
Death and distruction
With no instruction
Leads to malfunction disruption and full consuption
How can I escape this mind state that im in
I been tryin but it seems that I can't win
I've fallen and I cant 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 wit cocaine
but it still dont ease my pain
Am I insane or a victim of my own fears
Whats goin on we suposed to be happy here
God dont make no junk thats what I been told
But it seems to me that God aint in control
[Chorus]
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me
I need assistance
But all I get is resistance
I try to be presistant
But life can be gone in an instant
Im scared to turn around
Cuz I know somebodys watching
I can feel they evil stares
And I know that they plottin on me
An sceamin
I wish I was dreamin
If my mind was free
I could chase away the deamons
But it aint
And they still cant understand that
All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
The some 'ol pattern
Its got me goin crazy loc
Descendent of a king but I feel like a rodo joke
Is this a sequal
Or all men created equal
The lies that you told told to the people back then
Now they is leathal
And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (shark bait)
Feel my pulse race
Have normal heart rate (heart rate)
And now im startin to feel like I might come up missin
I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldnt listen
[Chorus]
Im feelin depressed stiffle
My life is triful
No famly,friends,or relations
So I stick with my rifle
And my pistol
Im seein stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass 22
Tear a whole in your grisle
Wont say ta say side
Cuz the up yours fell
Off the fall by the way side
So stay yo ass on the plate side
Theres 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
Give my please
Cant somebody help a gee
And will we fight this battle for eternety
I blame you cuz my mind is not my own
So dont blame me if I tresspass in yo zone
Im your creation
The pilot of a twisted nation
Guess this is what your facin
[Chorus]
Ooh La La lyrics - Coolio
[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
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
Can U Dig It lyrics - Coolio
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]
[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]
Nature Of The Business lyrics - Coolio
[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
[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
Homeboy lyrics - Coolio (feat. Montell Jordan)
A homeboy is someody that
Got your back weather you right or wrong
Somebody that
Exepts you for what'cho are
Not what'cho got on
What'cho can do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what im talkin bout
Friends im a yellows happy
And not that maby
The chance of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seens that there really aint a damn thing you can do
Cuz since the 70's
It seems everybodys been rolling wit a crew
A team a gang a possy or some type click
And if your firm aint think
Then your swab becomes bitched
Be extra careful or the ones you call your partner
Cuz what they really is is a busta out ta rob ya
And where ever your strength has been
Your guided clips and a
Wolf and sheeps clothing
Cuz some of yall aint knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And we done been through things they still aint even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most time you get done by the ones you trust most
So I gotta make a toast
To my tried and tested
And strait up for reel
Those pull yourself some x-o
This one heres for you
[chorus]
I done fly one hell
Walk on water
But im damn sure your partner
You can count on me to the end
Get a pen nigga
You can call me homeboy
If I gotta quater
Then you gotta dime
And you can call me up no matta what the time
If you watch my back then ill watch yours
Nigga you can call me homeboy
Now I done met a lot of haters in my life time
That I woulda smoked if I woulda had a tech-9
But here I stand as a man
And im free ta say
Im hella glad that my momma didnt raise me that way
And the homies I grew up wit
Locs I threw up wit
Is the kinnda fools that you dont wanna buck wit
Why does it seem that the good brothas die
And the evil brothas live
And prosper and multiply
Faster here at sea to the left hand side
Wont some many dirt for the homies that expired
I hope you rest in peace
And when its time for my realease ill
Meet'cha at the crossraods dippin in the loll lows
But until then ima keep my rolls slow
My flow wont tite say rollin wit the flow oh
This is comin from the one and only
And like MC Shares said ill never leave ya lonely
[chorus]
Me and you is like family
And everbody know that we go back to back
And we go toe ta toe
Comin from the west
Where the sets run thick
Where brothas eat the bang or try ta make a grip
I cross my heart and hope die
I never lie
I run out on mine anywhere any time
Me and my homies dont get involved wit
That he say she say
But if you lost you see to ass whoppin
With your thing mystery player
Decken like tekken
So show some respect
When respect is given to you
And whatch out for the 42
Fake curve
And fool who got the nerve
To pretend they was there
When last month they wasnt even around
Westcoast Eastcoast and worldwide
My homies in the pen
And my homies that lived and died
Im still the same little nappy head brotha from the eastside
And you can call me homeboy
[chorus]
Got your back weather you right or wrong
Somebody that
Exepts you for what'cho are
Not what'cho got on
What'cho can do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what im talkin bout
Friends im a yellows happy
And not that maby
The chance of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seens that there really aint a damn thing you can do
Cuz since the 70's
It seems everybodys been rolling wit a crew
A team a gang a possy or some type click
And if your firm aint think
Then your swab becomes bitched
Be extra careful or the ones you call your partner
Cuz what they really is is a busta out ta rob ya
And where ever your strength has been
Your guided clips and a
Wolf and sheeps clothing
Cuz some of yall aint knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And we done been through things they still aint even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most time you get done by the ones you trust most
So I gotta make a toast
To my tried and tested
And strait up for reel
Those pull yourself some x-o
This one heres for you
[chorus]
I done fly one hell
Walk on water
But im damn sure your partner
You can count on me to the end
Get a pen nigga
You can call me homeboy
If I gotta quater
Then you gotta dime
And you can call me up no matta what the time
If you watch my back then ill watch yours
Nigga you can call me homeboy
Now I done met a lot of haters in my life time
That I woulda smoked if I woulda had a tech-9
But here I stand as a man
And im free ta say
Im hella glad that my momma didnt raise me that way
And the homies I grew up wit
Locs I threw up wit
Is the kinnda fools that you dont wanna buck wit
Why does it seem that the good brothas die
And the evil brothas live
And prosper and multiply
Faster here at sea to the left hand side
Wont some many dirt for the homies that expired
I hope you rest in peace
And when its time for my realease ill
Meet'cha at the crossraods dippin in the loll lows
But until then ima keep my rolls slow
My flow wont tite say rollin wit the flow oh
This is comin from the one and only
And like MC Shares said ill never leave ya lonely
[chorus]
Me and you is like family
And everbody know that we go back to back
And we go toe ta toe
Comin from the west
Where the sets run thick
Where brothas eat the bang or try ta make a grip
I cross my heart and hope die
I never lie
I run out on mine anywhere any time
Me and my homies dont get involved wit
That he say she say
But if you lost you see to ass whoppin
With your thing mystery player
Decken like tekken
So show some respect
When respect is given to you
And whatch out for the 42
Fake curve
And fool who got the nerve
To pretend they was there
When last month they wasnt even around
Westcoast Eastcoast and worldwide
My homies in the pen
And my homies that lived and died
Im still the same little nappy head brotha from the eastside
And you can call me homeboy
[chorus]
Throwndown 2000 lyrics - Coolio
[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!
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!
Can I Get Down One Time lyrics - Coolio (feat. Malika)
[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]
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]
Interlude lyrics - Coolio
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
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
My Soul lyrics - Coolio
[Violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his throat to signal that he is ready]
[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]
[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]
Let's Do It lyrics - Coolio
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]
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]
C U When U Get There lyrics - Coolio (feat. 40 Thevz)
[Verse 1: Coolio]
Now I've seen places and faces
and things you ain't never thought about thinkin'
if you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin'
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 Tamika round the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
the other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his 20
and when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny
but who's the dummy, cause you just lost a hustler
a down ass brother been replaced by a buster
and though I got love for you, I know I can't trust you
cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dusters
and just because of that you act like you don't like a brother no more
I guess that's just the way it go
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
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
[Verse 2: Lek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)]
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with 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's way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
so you don't get caught slippin' when they come and do all the gettin'
life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart
some of us gotta run a little faster cause we gotta later start
but I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
and if everybody's a sinner then everybody could ba a winner
no matter you rag color deep down we all brothers
and regardless of the time somebody up there still love us
I'm gonna scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
always keep reachin' be sure to grab hold of something
I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sounds bumpin'
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 3: PS (of 40 Thevz)]
You need to loosen up
and live a little
and if you got kids let them know how you feel
and for your own sake give a little
oh, you don't want to hear that
you busy tryin' to stack
and keep up with the Jones' taking advantage of your own
the realest homies that you've been knowin' 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 strife
and the problems seem endless
but at times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you fell you're out 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 in drive and stop by my side
[Chorus:]
[Coolio]
As we walk down the road of our destiny
and the time comes to choose which it gonna be
the wide and crooked, or the straight and narrow
we got one voice 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 be
I guess I'll see you when you see me
[chorus fade out]
Now I've seen places and faces
and things you ain't never thought about thinkin'
if you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin'
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 Tamika round the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
the other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his 20
and when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny
but who's the dummy, cause you just lost a hustler
a down ass brother been replaced by a buster
and though I got love for you, I know I can't trust you
cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dusters
and just because of that you act like you don't like a brother no more
I guess that's just the way it go
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
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
[Verse 2: Lek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)]
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with 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's way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
so you don't get caught slippin' when they come and do all the gettin'
life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart
some of us gotta run a little faster cause we gotta later start
but I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
and if everybody's a sinner then everybody could ba a winner
no matter you rag color deep down we all brothers
and regardless of the time somebody up there still love us
I'm gonna scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
always keep reachin' be sure to grab hold of something
I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sounds bumpin'
[Chorus:]
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
[Verse 3: PS (of 40 Thevz)]
You need to loosen up
and live a little
and if you got kids let them know how you feel
and for your own sake give a little
oh, you don't want to hear that
you busy tryin' to stack
and keep up with the Jones' taking advantage of your own
the realest homies that you've been knowin' 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 strife
and the problems seem endless
but at times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you fell you're out 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 in drive and stop by my side
[Chorus:]
[Coolio]
As we walk down the road of our destiny
and the time comes to choose which it gonna be
the wide and crooked, or the straight and narrow
we got one voice 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 be
I guess I'll see you when you see me
[chorus fade out]
That's How It Is lyrics - Coolio
[Coolio:] What up fow?
-Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you?
[C:] Try'n to get my hustles on, you know how it is
(right, right)
-What you doin' nowadays?
[C:] Hustlin', what you doin'?
-School, man. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man.
[C:] Right, well go then...hehe you know what I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to make money.
[Gunshots]
[C:] Ah shit, damn there it goes, ah shit!
- See there man, that's what I'm tryin' to do, get up out this muthafucka, serious man.
I'm fed up with this shit. Nigger set trippin', I ain't even banging.
[C:] What
-You know what I'm sayin'? Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas steelin' my shit, crackheads. I'm tired of this shit.
[C:] That's how it is around here though, man. You've been livin' around here though man.
- Right, right but I'm tired of it.
[C:] Right,I here you, man.You know sumthin' though?
- What's up man?
[C:] As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka.
- Right.
[C:] That's how the ghetto is, man.
-You're right.
-Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you?
[C:] Try'n to get my hustles on, you know how it is
(right, right)
-What you doin' nowadays?
[C:] Hustlin', what you doin'?
-School, man. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man.
[C:] Right, well go then...hehe you know what I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to make money.
[Gunshots]
[C:] Ah shit, damn there it goes, ah shit!
- See there man, that's what I'm tryin' to do, get up out this muthafucka, serious man.
I'm fed up with this shit. Nigger set trippin', I ain't even banging.
[C:] What
-You know what I'm sayin'? Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas steelin' my shit, crackheads. I'm tired of this shit.
[C:] That's how it is around here though, man. You've been livin' around here though man.
- Right, right but I'm tired of it.
[C:] Right,I here you, man.You know sumthin' though?
- What's up man?
[C:] As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka.
- Right.
[C:] That's how the ghetto is, man.
-You're right.
Geto Highlites lyrics - Coolio
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...]
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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