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A man is heard running and breathing fast
Scared Man: Damn! Wha... The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds terrified. The devil's laughing is getting much louder There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying to hide and everything is in his way Scared Man: What you want man? What you want from me? Devil: Your soul! |
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| 2. |
| 5:07 |
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Verse One: Coolio
Now I've seen places and faces And things you ain't never thought about thinking If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny But who's the dummy, cause, now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there Chorus: I'll see you when you get there When you ever get there See you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz) More temptation and faith, I guess we livin for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a bullet and an AK The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business Cause it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention So you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse Someone's gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender And if everybody's a sinner then everybody could be a winner No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all I'm breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin Chorus Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little And if you got kids let them know how you feelin For your own sake give a little Oh, you don't want to hear that, you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your own The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when It's something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it Cause nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side Chorus Outro: Coolio As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which it gonna be The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel We got one push to give and one life to live Stand up for something or lie down in your game Listen to the song that we sing It's up to you to make it big I guess I'll see you when you see me Chorus -- fade out |
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| 3. |
| 2:25 |
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Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz You know what I'm talkin' about Wino Yeah, yeah, yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk That's right, that's right A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' cornas' buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm Straight up collected it, cool and calm crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentary still, penetratin' your grill I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor and none of y'all can't fade me I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me I'm one of the dopest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me my shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit mo batta' Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected, so check it Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I've been rockin' these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner, and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire my name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire So, what's your desire baby love? Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas? Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin' still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant and yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles as their legs start to dangle, dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne livin with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs I used to drink Ol' Gold now I just stroll straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch? Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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Chorus:
I got one mo switch I can hit I got one mo bullet in my clip I got one mo drink I can steal I got one mo sack I can twist Verse 1, Coolio: I wear a "S" on my chest I prefer my vest And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang To the boogie say up jump the boogie He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies I shook thee I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it From defamation to desimation Every day is like summer vacation A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga) Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla) Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa) They comin' through the hold on tip toe You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe Chorus Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.): Yes, yes, y'all (Yes y'all) 40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all) Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (Pimp y'all) When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you When our four colors rock, front and ass out All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block Your sounds ain't beatin So your girls ain't freakin Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin Hit 'em in their eyes And go suicides Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like To hit the mic for a licken Hell no, I ain't trippin Cause I kinda like pimpin Bein' freer than a pigeon Got your bitch down in positions All kinda ways 40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze So, come with these weak flows if you must But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust Chorus Verse 3, Coolio: Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride Like Clyde Drexler, this is eastside Westa, recognize the routine Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo We lay low All up in the cut If it's suicide then roll the bustas up And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch Now the party didn't start til I walked in And it probably wont end til I sip Hen But in the meantime And in between time Better tuck in your chin And learn to take your lumps and grin You know you can't wait cause I'ma stay on one One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done Chorus, Repeat 4X |
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| 5. |
| 4:22 |
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[Featuring Ras Kass]
[Coolio] It has (It has) come to my understanding that (that) there are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz) and abilities (and abilities) Since it is thus (it is thus) I must (I must) release (release) myself (myself) For with thou be repremanded (repremanded) Hit 'Em! [Verse 1:] Hocus focus on the mighty mic loco Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo You better kick it cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disapeer like Dorothy and Toto Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco' I deliver hits like my name was FujiMoto Platinum and gold all the way to Acalpuco To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a Rollo Your points need bifocals You better try to see like Total My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo I kick a solo From here to Sojo You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Get that nigga, get that nigga! (Ha-ha) [Verse 2, Ras Kass:] I'm stickin niggaz like Mexican's in penitentaries The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry Can't injure me My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!) The nigga flying guillotine (Ha-ha!) The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green Fuck your team (nigga) Crowbar eatin niggaz up like Edy, I mean (I mean) It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (Right) I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing in the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch) I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary, my prom night I was fuckin Carrie, had her screamin "Bloody Mary!" [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ah) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Hit 'em!) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Wha?) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Break that nigga off) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (What's that, Cool?) Cool, break this nigga off! [Verse 3, Coolio:] Alright, wait, wait, wait It ain't ova I burn like a nova It's the ?all see Mona? Like mother fuckin Yoda I rock like baking soda From Compton to Dakota And when I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her) I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya I'm a soldier Wake that ass up like Folger's Give the people what they want a little bit more-a You don't know the score What the hell you comin here for? Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore It's the hardcore Take your whole hood to war It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords You be the prey, I'll be the predator Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me Thor [Chorus:] Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me It's ten o'clock and darkness covers my area And every night it's gettin a little bit more scarier The eleven o'clock Monday news is mo like a horror flick People sure have changed it seems that they enjoying this Death and destruction With no instruction Leads to malfunction disruption and full consumption How can I escape this mind state that I'm in? I been tryin, but it seems that I can't win I've fallen and I can't get up And the homies that was my homies went and set me up Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain I tried to act a hard male runnin cocaine But it still don't ease my pain Am I insane or a victim of my own fears? What's goin on we supposed to be happy here God don't make no junk that's what I been told But it seems to me that God ain't in control When night falls over the city (When the night falls) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Feels like somebody) Somebody's comin to get me (When the night falls) When night falls over the city (When the night falls, Ooh-yeah) I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) I need assistance, but all I get is resistance I try to be persistent, but life can be gone in an instant I'm scared to turn around cause I know somebody's watching I can feel they evil stares, and I know that they plottin on me And scheamin, I wish I was dreamin If my mind was free I could chase away the demons But in ain't, and they still can't understand that All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man The same old pattern has got me goin crazy, loc Descendent of a king, but I feel like a royal joke Is this a sequel? Are all men created equal? The lies you told to the people back then now they is lethal And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (Like shark bait!) Feel my pulse race, abnormal heart rate (Heart rate!) And now I'm startin to feel like I might come up missin I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldn't listen When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) When night falls (When the night falls, yeah) over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like (I wanna be) Somebody's comin to get me (Comin) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh I'm feelin oppressed, this stifle My life is trifle No family, friends, or relations, so I sleep with my rifle And my pistol, I'm seein stars and hearin whistles One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle Wont stay to state side Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side So stay your ass on the plate side There's nothin to fear but the fear itself And if you control the fear then the fear is wealth Do I have power or do I have no self control? These long, lonely nights have made my heart grow cold Hear my pleads, can somebody help a G And, will we fight this battle for eternity I blame you cause my mind is not my own So, don't blame me if I trespass in yo zone I'm your creation The product of a twisted nation Guess this is what you're facin (Facin!) When night falls (When the sun goes down) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Somebody help me!) When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Over the city, over the city, over the city!) Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over!) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me, get me, get me, get me, get me) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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Verse 1:
Uh, I sneak a forty like a cheetah And give a call to the wild when I greet her (Meow!) The coochie leader Bend on over and touch your toes And I can jump up on a dresser and strike a pose Uh, if you want it then you're ready and you're able, girl Pull up your skirt and we can do it on the pool table Your nipples look so tender Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender Cause ain't nothin but freakin I can keep it all day, all weekend And have you tweekin I be strokin, that's what I be doin And every position you assumin Uh, all night, all day If you stay I can rub you the right way (Hey!) If he go one time, I go three Cause that's how it is in the CPT Chorus: Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) You're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty? Verse 2: Are you sure that we alone, all alone? (Yeah!) Lock the door and unplug the telephone (Telephone!) Light some candles let me get a look at your handles (Ooh-wee!) You got a body like a sex scandal So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch Turn around and let me see you from the back, ah shat! (Damn!) You know you bring out the freak in me I go deep in the peak, I hope you think of me Whenever you need some sexual healing We like two in a million Don't fight the feelin You ain't dealin with no rookie Yes I got a lot of nuts in my Tollhouse cookie Call up your bookie, put your money on the cement I'm puttin in work like a tag team free man I spark through the woods like a Recon And we can do it all night with the lights on Chorus: Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Let's go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I hope you ain't the kind that acts a ditty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I'm tryin to get close to the kitty Bridge: What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream Verse 3: We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the bedroom, bathroom, livin room Outside in the yard, it's a full moon In the car, in the front seat, back seat On the trunk, on the hood, and it's all good I'll be the piece and you can be the booty And I'll work extra duty to please your coochie You can lay me on the bed and cuff me up Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up Dig your nails in my back, girl, play yo game You never come the same if we say yo name Is it real or a dream You make me scream When you rub my body with shaving cream Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss (Mmm-waah!) Cause you know it don't get no better than this (That's right!) Chorus: Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Damn, you're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Girl, I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Come and get a taste of the ribby (Ribby!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Now, the kitty's kinda friendly Bridge, Repeat 1.5X What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream |
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| 8. |
| 3:44 |
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Uh! Yeah! What Up?
Verse 1: I know y'all wanna take me down I know y'all wanna see me get clowned I know y'all wanna take my sound And put a nigga like me in the lost and found But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way Spreadin venom in the mic till I'm old and gray And now niggaz wanna attack me Flip-flop and back me But fool you's a mackey I'll starch your ass like some khakis Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack Imagine that And it shouldn't be hard Cause your style ain't large And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars Can U Dig It? When nothin can save it Shock your ass like a phaser Burn and cut like a laser Amaze you, with this flava I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's Chorus: Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? Verse 2: The first law of age is called survival That's why I'm deadly on revival And it's vital To my basic instinct That all wack mc's become extinct Because we on the brink Or, should I say the edge Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red U.F.O.'s And scandalous ass hoes Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose And I suppose You want me to play superstar And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are So, you can run back and tell that But I wont do that So, fool you can chew that To all sucka mc's you better beware I been conjurin up forces way back in my lair And my crew don't scare And we don't care We act, we wear, I swear Chorus Verse 3: It's the thrilla Straight outta Compton, not Manilla Got a chokehold on the mic like I was M.C. Gorilla Take this to the heart for real a Don't you ever try to steal a Like AIDS this shit came like gin a Might fuck up your liva Call me Pharoh cause I'm floatin bustas up the river When I deliver Make your sister and your grandma shiver Top feelin steadily rakin up the scrilla Kickin back in my easy chair sippin on some Henna ?Exol? cause my whole crew is locin And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined Don't stop, get it, get it Cause I blow up the spot everytime I grab the mic and hit it, hit it Chorus, Repeat 3X |
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| 9. |
| 4:43 |
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Verse 1:
*singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose *rapping* I got a little proposition homey check it out we gonna put it down Cause you and I go way back and I know you done been around These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit Nigga we could all come up loc we could all make grips Now I ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's I'm talkin Trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys Now what exscuse you got to play? You got a wife and baby on the way? Well, that makes it mo better We gon work this shit together We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of befo They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (That's right) And I done used the G to hook up that manpower Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (Right) Now call your crew, cause we got work to do *talking* It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *talking* But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up With thousands in the Seiko's, Dane's, and fat pocketbooks. *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose Verse 2: *rapping* Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin We went up fifty keys on ?speck? and now we got some shit to prove it (Right) We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits And afta Shorty, Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right) But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas We gon send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right) And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool thing about her is that if she get caught It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out *talking* Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a matress *rapping* Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way *talking* You can make this quick lick and be set up for life But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *talking* And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose Verse 3: *talking* Everything is goin according to plan This shit is on its way to the man, to the man Sit next to the goddamned man (Right) But there's one thing you should know There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the fool, That shit ain't cool (Say what?) Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control (They on they way) But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say Desert Storm And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest It's gettin kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone *sirens and helicopters* Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin wrong *gunshots* What's Up? Baby, what's goin on, man? What! What the fuck happenin? Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place *rapping* That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low *singing* It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose *rapping* If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town *singing* It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose It's the nature of the business It's the smugglers who lose It's the roll of the dice That you can't afford to lose |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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[Featuring Montell Jordan]
Intro: A homeboy is somebody that got your back Whether you right or wrong Somebody that excepts you for what you are Not what you got on what you can do for them If you lucky enough to have some then You know what I'm talkin bout Verse 1: Friends how many of us have them And not that many The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny But it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do Cause since the seventies, it seems everybody been rolling with a crew A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click And if your firm ain't thick Then your squad becomes vixed Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya And, be weary of strangers bearing your God and gifts And a wolf in sheeps clothing Cause some of y'all ain't knowing Me and you go back like roaches in the projects And, we done been through things they still ain't even thought of yet A good homie is hard to come by But most times you get done by the ones you trust most So, I gotta raise a toast To my tried and tested, and straight up for real dose Pour yourself some exol, this ones here for you, loc Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air, walk on water (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Uh, but, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter, then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) Verse 2: Now I done met a lot of haters in my lifetime That I would of smoked if i would of had a Tek 9 But, here I stand as a man, and I'm free to say I'm hella glad that my momma didn't raise me that way And the homies I grew up with Locs I threw up with Is the kind of fools that you don't want to buck with Why does it seem that the good brothers die And the evil brothers live And prosper and multiply Pass the Hennessey to the left hand side Want some many dirt for the homies that expired I hope you rest in peace And, when it's time for my release I'll meet you at the crossroads dippin in the low-low But, until then I'ma keep my rolls slow My flow on tight, and stay rollin with the 4-0 This is comin from the one and only And like MC Shan said, "I'll never leave you lonely" Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air, walk on water (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) Verse 3: Me and you is like family And everybody know that we go back to back And we go toe to toe Comin from the west Where the sets run thick Where brothers either bang or try to make a grip I cross my heart and hope to die I never lie I run out on mine Anywhere or anytime Me and my homies don't get involved with that he say, she say But, if you've lost you'll recieve a ass whippin with your instant replay Or, deckin like Tekken So, show some respect when respect is given to you And, watch out for the forty too Fake curve And fools who got the nerve To pretend that they was down When last month they wadn't even around West coast, East coast, and worldwide My homies in the pen, and my homies that lived and died I'm still the same little nappy head brother from the eastside And, you can call me homeboy Chorus: Coolio, Montell Jordan I don't fly on air or walk on water (Or walk on water, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours (Watch my back, then I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) I don't fly on air, walk on water (Iiii, don't walk on water, no) You can count on me till the end (Count on me till the end, oh-yeah) Thick and thin (Thick and thin) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Call me up no matter what the time) If you (If you) (Watch my back, I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy, boy, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (I got your back, ooh-ooh-ooh) (You can call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy) |
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| 11. |
| 3:54 |
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Chorus:
Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he walks through Verse 1: If there be a dope beat then all y'all see Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique Freak yo physique and you betta not compete Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep Never comin' cheap, forty creep And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep I steal money from the rich And give it to the poor, it's Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are Bring it from the back and bring it to the front Cause you gotta give the people what they want Now hump, do the stomp to the butt Big homie shake your gut As long as you get your ass up It's a party over here and let me make it clear 40 Thevz is the crew So you better come anew Ain't a damn thing change since the first one And if you didn't hear the album go get one (One) Chorus: Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he walks through. Verse 2: Here come the thief on the old school beat And I never knew the meaning of the word "defeat" The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes Yet, fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly Just cook 'em all up like gumbo And block their ass like Mutumbo Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall And what if hip hop had to take a great fall And what if rhyme was a crime And each and every time That you spit a dope line You might have to do some time Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town But Coolio will be ready for the showdown Chorus: Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down' like your 'posed to and pass a joint to the loc when he roll through Verse 3: If the shoe fit, put it on and stick And if your ass uncash don't let your mouth write no check Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4-0 This hip hop that I'm holdin' I'll make it move your hoe It's the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open You can't understand how I do it I'm just true to it I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent Uh, let it ring, let it rip Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don't you let the record skip Synchronize the watch, cause the party don't stop Till the neighborhood watch call the cops It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section) Chorus: Are you ready to throwndown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and pass the brew to the loc when he roll through Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school Are you ready to throwdown? Yes we are! Well, get on down like your 'posed to and give a loc a little dap when he roll through. Fool! |
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| 12. |
| 3:45 |
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Verse 1, Coolio, Malika:
I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face I give love But when push come to shove I'm 'posed to solo Diggin me out the ditch (Hey, hey, Cool, give me some chips, fool) Ain't that a bitch Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky You hella high But why why did she touch the tie? But I start on full wit a gangsta limp Morris couldn't see this pimp I'm backslappin gimps True, I'll be in the cut, but you notice me Try to throw with me Now you wanna roll with me, fate I'll lead you left instead of right Tonight's the night So, let's get the situation tight I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under My momma said, "Never let a sucker take you asunder" Don't be gettin outta line where it concerns mine It might be your time, but it's my rhyme Chorus, Coolio, Malika: Can I get down one time to make the people say yeah And nobody wont care? Can I get down one time without All the criticism and media in my business? Can I get down one time and release my rhyme And speak my mind? Can I get down one time? Can I get down one time? Verse 2, Malika: I take my picture with a smile like Jack Cause I'm back You picturin all them chips in stack I got love, though, don't be no stank hoe I'm not fallin for the gank, yo God I thank, though Enemies it's your decision The gift I been givin Got you in the life I'm livin Watch your sane, sane like Marley Mike Your game ain't right You be slippin every night I'm hoverin up in the nest with the claws out Cause he had his paws out When he paused out He's out, now it's in with the new In with the two You know how these thieves do Chorus Verse 3, Malika, Coolio: I can't do what I want, or how I wanna This shit is drama So what is it you want, huh? We tryin to make it to the tizzy I'll be a hella busy bee The gizzy Through the frizzy, is we Tryin to have somethin We goin off frontin Cause nothin leaves nothin And nothin means we head bumpin Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable Twistin me a fable Somethin sweet like sable You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced Liquor be revelain The homies true feelins So, I be willin To turn into a villian Then if you're still with me You got to chill with me Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me Never senseless Thank you for your business And I got more rhymes Than L.A. Times got headlines Chorus, Repeat 4X |
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| 13. |
| 1:03 |
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Coolio man what'cha need ta do man is kick that old
gangsta shit man some of that rolin down ya street in ya 6 4 slangin ya dope blastin on fools ya know Coolio what about the women I mean dont'cha wanna represent the sistas as well why arent you comin up wit somthin for us a little encouragement we wanna hear frim you to Coolio look ya had your humungus hit 1,2,3,4 Now how about this for hip high view 5,6,7,8 who do we appreciate Now we can win with that Hey hey hey Coolio hey brotha Hey brotha check this out what cha gonna do for the people huh tell me brotha Um Coolio you got it goin on now You know I always like it at you When you gonna call me.wit yo ugly ass Look at me here boy dont be listenin to nothin they be sayin out there cuz you da one look all ya gotta do is keep doin what'cha doin whi'cha heart and your soul |
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| 14. |
| 4:15 |
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Chorus:
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul) My soul-oul-oul My soul-oul-oul (My soul) Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul Verse 1: You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin' out of white Hummer From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo' Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo See on the low it's all gravy But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black's I twist sacks and sip yac Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine So, why you all up in mine? Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul Chorus Verse 2: Ain't no tellin Most women are still waitin' and sellin' Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts) In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock To crack rock Now, everybody got a glock And it don't stop Till another brother drop That's why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace) What's a thin line between love and hate? A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape It's a small world, after all, you're clausterphobic, you can't breathe So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve It's the hater in you that makes you criticize me Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin' I'ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin' They say the game is to be sold, not told You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul Chorus Verse 3: My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law See, I was servin' wack rappers at the school When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul You got into triple beams and guns you ain't gon shoot I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit Or, the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked Scrappin' or rappin' what you want to happen? If I ever come up short you the first one I'm jackin' It's theives in the area like aircraft carrier's We're launchin' F-15's And Anti-Wack Maf Machines Michropone, sittin' on my vocal chord Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold When I'm controllin' my soul Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times |
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| 15. |
| 4:35 |
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Let's do it! Get to it!
Let's do it! Get to it! Let's do it! Get to it! Let's do it! Verse 1: Another Saturday night, and I'm feelin kinda slothy I'm down with the forty, but I don't want no forty Even though I'm thirsty and I'm hungry, I need some Kurathers Peep this, but not up in my stomach I wanna chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie Somethings on the rise, what a surprise I called up the homies and said, "Let's go the spot!" Where the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty Rats run around the room But, wait, I spoke too soon Ah, damn, look what done walked in Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin Baby, you look good with that blue dress on Maybe some day me and you can be as one Let's get to know each other better I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter Chorus: Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it) You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it) Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (Let's do it, get to it) You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it) Verse 2: Damn, I'm feelin frisky Come and sit down wit me Conversate about hanky panky And a little dranky wanky Tell me bout your innermost thoughts, wants, neeeds and your desires And I'll tell you about mine We can spend some quality time You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen I wanna mention I can hit that ass in thirty-six positions And, I just want a regular old fashion high hoochie mama With love for her daddy, anytime he want it Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan Or, some filet minon and still let me know I'm the man I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse But we got to have patience Even though we hella anxious Let's take it slow and procede with caution Cause love just don't come round here too often So take my number, and we'll get together later And I'll take yours, I'm out like the L.A. Raiders Chorus Verse 3: A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics, and The Spinners Top down on the Vette watching California sunsets And pretty soon we developed that respect That we needed so we was here to get the relationship heated And hot and bothered, no what I'm meanin? It started slow with some kisses and some touches A few more weeks went by cause we didn't wanna rush it They say a fast horse don't win no races And I'm a witness cause real winners always take steady paces Hand in hand, woman to man I know everything about her and she know everything about me and We made love for the first time In the right way, in the perfect state of mind It's a whole lot mo than your average bump 'n grind You better get yours, cause I got mine Chorus: Repeat 2X Bridge: Repeat 2X Take, take your time (Take, take your time) Take your time (Take your time) Take your time (Take your time, get to it) Chorus: Repeat 2X |
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| 5:25 |
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Verse One: Coolio
Now I've seen places and faces And things you ain't never thought about thinking If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny But who's the dummy, cause, now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there Chorus: I'll see you when you get there When you ever get there See you when you get there I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there See you when you get there Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz) More temptation and faith, I guess we livin for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a bullet and an AK The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business Cause it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention So you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse Someone's gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender And if everybody's a sinner then everybody could be a winner No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all I'm breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin Chorus Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz) You need to loosen up and live a little And if you got kids let them know how you feelin For your own sake give a little Oh, you don't want to hear that, you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your own The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when It's something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it Cause nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side Chorus Outro: Coolio As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which it gonna be The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel We got one push to give and one life to live Stand up for something or lie down in your game Listen to the song that we sing It's up to you to make it big I guess I'll see you when you see me Chorus -- fade out |
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