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Come on y'all let's take a ride
don't you say shit just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip coz you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip grab your gat with the extra clip and, close your eyes and hit the switch We're going to a place where everybody kick it kick it, kick it, yeah... that's the ticket ain't no bloodin', ain't no cripin' ain't no punk-ass nigga's set trippin' everybody's got a stack and it ain't no crack and it really don't matter if you're white or black, I wanna take you there like the Staple Singers put something in the tank and I know that I can bring ya If you can't take the heat get yo' ass out the kitchen we're on a mission Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide with switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride ain't no valley low enough for mountain high I'm tryin' to find a place where I can live my life and maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice, a place where my kids can play outside without livin' in fear of a drive-by and even if I get away from them drive-by killers I still got to worry about those snitch-ass niggas I keep on searchingcand I keep on looking but niggas are the same from Watts to Brooklyn I try to keep my faith in my people but sometimes my people be acting like they evil you don't understand about runnin' with a gang coz you don't gang bang, and you don't have to stand on the corner and slang coz you got your own thang you can't help me if you can't help yourself you better make a left Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide I do what I do just to survive Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride that's why I pack my .45 Life is a bitch and then you die still tryin' to get a peace of the apple pie every game ain't the same, coz the game still remains don't it seem kinda strange, ain't a damn thing change if you don't work then you don't eat and only down-ass niggas can ride with me hop-hop-hop your five quickly down the block stay sucka-free and keep the busters off your jock you gotta have hart son, if you wanna go, watch this sweet chariot swing low ain´t nobody cryin` ain´t nobody dyin ain´t nobody worried, everybody ´s tryin nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin' if you wanna have something, you better start frontin' what ya gonna do when the 5 roll by you better be ready, so you can ride Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide slippity-slide when you're living in a city it's do or die Come along and ride on a fantasic voyage slide slide who-ride you better be ready when the 5 roll by just roll along- that's what you do just roll along- that's right just roll along- that's what you do just roll along- that's right do you want to ride with me, do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me,do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me, do you want to ride with me do you want to ride with me,do you want to ride with me |
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Verse One:
Seven in the morning, standing in the line three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine two in the back of me sucking on a joint and one in back of them ready for a new sport there's 4-5 suckers way way in the back stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack they looking at me funny coz I got a record out and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud a forth of the people in the line be hookers but the other forth betta ask help themself a forth of the people having good faith and all of the rest all fucked up in the head a bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh and a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph ain't nothing changed but the time I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line Chorus: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh you got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny Verse Two: I walked through the front door to fill out my ap Here comes another sap asking if I rap I don't say a word coz he know that I do I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo! I take a numer and a seat I'm sweating from the heat Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet My number is 80, it's still on 20 I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30 Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please Can I get my food stamps so I can leave I got money and a car but they don't really know it now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless I'm living in a car drive back in the alley but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally line after line ruff is the time My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line Chorus Verse Three: I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her -Punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp rollin' that week sheets of mine "You have a penetentry record" -I said I know that BIATCH! She wants to know what kind a work do I do I said I haven't worked since 1982 I can't find a job though I looked and I looked took one hit of the crack and mistook she sittin there wonderin' what did coz I did and the whole time I'ma watchin like I'm smokin me a joint job search work the projects whackness and in a few weeks I'd get my check now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall shit is getting late and the time is 29 that why so many niggas standing in the county line Chorus 2X to fade |
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Verse 1: Coolio
Hey baby, how you doin? What's goin on? I'm sittin in my motherfuckin cell, it's the same song Tell my kids that I love em but don't tell em that I'm thru Keep cryin and tell em I'll be home soon Oh baby I'm goin crazy cos I keep seein shit that amaze me Still I had to kill a motherfucker last week He thought I was a punk and tried to creep up on me in my sleep I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch or buck ya but I can't, so fuck it I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin like nitro I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle Aw shit, there the lights go.... *phone ringing* (Hello) Chorus: LeShaun Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (damn) Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta (y'know) Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta and I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga Bridge: LeShaun Hey ba-by What's happenin honey? How you doin? I miss you Verse 2: LeShaun The kids keep askin where's their papa? I had to tell em daddy got caught by the coppers It's time for me to raise em up proper by myself It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help Now everybody tellin me that you ain't shit black and when you get out, you'll jack and probably go right the fuck back Damn, the pressure's gettin hot and heavy and yeah, I'm gettin sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas The ends don't justify the means and in another life he might've been the man of my dreams But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin end but a bitch can't even trip like she doen't have a friend Chorus Interlude: (Hello, you have a collect call from...) Coolio! (If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) *number dialed* Verse 3: Coolio What the fuck you mean you need a friend? I can't be havin no niggas round my kids Don't you make me break up outta this motherfucker and start killin motherfuckers, SHIT! I know it's rough, I know it's tough but when you fumble in the game sometimes you get locked up You better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit I don't wanna have to kill him Cos think about the times that we used to have Don't make me reach out and touch that ass You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster Like shootin dice without a pistol in a circle of murderers You got more class than the average-type hooker bitch Don't switch, he gotta grip but he ain't rich Now I gotta check but if you've got the cheque Give a nigga a look and put somethin on my books Peace Chorus Verse 4: LeShaun Aiyo remember the homey with the Lexus, he took the trip to Texas now he's wearin the fuckin Lexus like a necklace So tell me, what's the drill, baby pa? What's a bitch to do? My nigga's stretched in the pen since '92 Them visits ain't doin the trick, drop fucks make me sick cos this po' puddy-tat needs a cat nip And that motherfucker representin you, I think he resents you He got evidence he never presents to the people in court, I heard witnesses abortin What's he doin about gettin you out to hold the fort? I got some ends, I'ma send you a dime and two doves Mama hates you but damn I got love for a gangsta Chorus to fade |
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| 3:27 |
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(I got my) I got my hand on my nutsac burnin 'cross the stage
in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool! Yep that's me on the motherfuckin mic-a (mic-a) Nova, happy to strike niggas like a viper Who rules the step to the rep that I kept for a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers Ya punch her by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it! That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow Coolio locc and I'm down ta blast Peter Piper picked a paper, pick a pepper's and I jacked his ass Motherfuckers curse me but they can't hurt me When I'm doin dirt, that's why I show no mercy I flips tha scripts and it's tha dips when I rips and rock tha fuckin house for the Bloods and Crips Danger danger, ol' gangsta gangsta droppin dogs on the ??? ??? 40 Thevz and the band witta plan to make some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead It was a black and white thang but now it's blue and red This ain't an episode of Batman, it's more'n like a Blackman Slap yo' ass up and I jacked ya for ya Walkman Niggas on the top and you don't deserve nothin They fightin punks, their rags is fucked, they shouldn't even be bumpin Suckas play the back cos I'm dope when I rap And my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac and it's like that! It's time for me to step so I'm steppin in deep (deep) I was born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep Sucka nigga wanna test me but he can't best me Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka cos you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker C-C-Coolio but you can call me Boo I drop da shit on ya lyrics cos ya rhyme style is doo-doo ass, faeces, you don't wanna see me with a flashlight cos I serve dat ass (right, right, right) Word to the motherfuckin homies and you know you can't hold me or throw me...so blow me How many niggas must I stick before you get my d'ift and fully understand not to fuck with this I never been a stoner, take ya momma home and blown her One night stand and once again she's a loner Cos I won't be played out, strung out, laid out She only gave it up because she thought I had some crack and I won't be strayed by a lame ass dame Keep my dollars in my pockets cos I'm hip to ya game Hoes be acting like they love me but they only wanna fuck me and suck me but don't touch me Back up off me hooker cos I won't be taken Go find you another motherfucker you can break it I gots ta keep playin these niggas like ping-pong and hit em like King Kong, they singin the same song '93 is the year and yes I'm gettin bigger Gave a shot to the 121 cos they my niggas Scotty B ridin shotgun, BOOM he got one Only God knows if he'll catch a hot one Knick-knack paddy-wack Wino's in the back and my hand's on my motherfuckin nutsac And it's like that Outro: I got my hand on my nutsac Na na na na na naaaaaa *repeat x 2 * And it's like that |
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Once upon a time in a land called fuck
Lived a duck named Donald and his mother was a cluck Mickey Mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag Neighborhood kingpin, but his brother was a fag Donald had beef, so Mickey couldn't sleep They was hootin for a while, and it was gettin kinda deep Bugs Bunny had the props on the Eastside spots Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot Goofy was Mickey Mouse righthand man One day smoked a stick, and came up with a brand Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G Had big time respect, from the West to the East Haps up see, and listen to the funk First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto Huey and Duey and Louie with a Shot down Mickey Mouse made .. Minnie Everybody know Minnie got shot down And the cop on the case was Huckleberry Hound Huckleberry had a Deputy, by the name of Dog Eye-witness to the crime was Kermit the Frog But Kermit was scared and he wouldn't testify Pixie and Dixie just did a driveby On Donald Duck, but they shot and they missed And now Bugs Bunny is gettin kind of pissed Cause the shot that they missed hit his homeboy Elmer Bugs sellin drugs on the motherfuckin corner The future's lookin shitty in fuck city So they called in the Feds, Beetlejuice and Miss Piggy Shit's on the street, no that's how it goes Scene two in the funky cartoon from the ghetto Now the war is on and Mickey Mouse is dead Quick Draw McGraw took two to the head Huey and Duey and Louie got caught And now they in the county, ready to sell out Pixie and Dixie's on the run from the mob Cause they tried to kill Donald and they didn't do the job Bugs Bunny got popped, in a bar gettin drunk Bullet fucked up Beetlejuice, while Miss Piggy had a pump Donald got the word that his nephews was snitchin So Tom and Jerry stuck em on they way to the kitchen Goofy was a punk and everybody knew Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin brew In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark But they both got smoked by Jabberjaw the Shark Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck |
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| 3:07 |
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Intro: (*MC introducing Coolio*)
Alright alright, alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out from Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those niggas down in...ha, those black guys down in Compton. *guy toking up* Yo stop that! Hook (x2): Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb? Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb? Verse 1: Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane flyin high inside my brain You know karate, I no rizzeign Try to beat me down I feel no pain Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy Down for mine that's the way mama raised me Summertime we freak in the heat Butt naked in the middle of the street We're smokin stix Yeah Hook (x2) Verse 2: If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin lovely Light and stars all around me and above me Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos I was broke Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin stix Yeah Hook (x2) Verse 3: Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net Empty .45 was layin on the dresser Last night I played the role of the tester Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap Flashback got me ready to scrap I don't know what I done did and I don't know where I done been I know last night I robbed my friend and if that's wrong then call it a sin But I was broke and broke ain't no joke and I can't cope without my Smith so so dip it up and watch me suck it up and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot! Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop We're smokin stix |
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Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge of my life as a man It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and Life was unfair but who the fuck cares? I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me That you don't get shit in this life for free And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop Not everybody can relate to what I been through Even though some front and they try to pretend to Know about the life of a kid and the strife Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn I tried to get full off a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle Pickin up scraps like a seagull Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip So I can put it in my pocket Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork And it ain't no motherfuckin way no how When it come up I let you bring me down So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops' Give me liberty or give me death Cos a man without pride ain't got shit left,huh And now that I'm older with kids of my own I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone Get'cha self together,word is born Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn |
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| 3:49 |
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[WC]
aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the lip talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up? [Coolio] yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool [WC] nah, they know what time it is but, you know, for those who don't know I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight aiyo, G we're gon' do it like this why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc [Coolio] right all you niggas run and tell a friend, um bad mutha fuckas is bad again MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and if I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman 'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye if you leaped up your seat you met your doom Big G could start a fight in an empty room you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon I don't give a fuck about you or your crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} brothers of the mother MAAD Circle I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who [WC] nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas (I don't know) don't they know, um I gets busy like Illegal flow like water drop bomb shit like a seagull a janky ass nigga known to sag and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static) and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} [Coolio] another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it turn it to the hook and kick in the door may all the traytons be forgot but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O with the mutha fucking god damn flow so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) {Chorus} [Coolio] un huh all you punk ass mutha fuckas the real steel is in the heel for year feel brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch |
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One dark night I need some ends
I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter Suction cup, window up Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot 38 special I don't wanna have to shoot I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh Steel tote boots, black khaki suit A real quick search and nobody's home just like I planned, now I'm home alone I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9 Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow you better take some no doughs Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood Let me be brief, I'm on the creep I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief Chorus: Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep I need a lick real quick-like My mind ain't wrapped tight I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains I rob from the rich so I can get rich I ain't got shit so I take what I can get I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends Somebody out there's out to get me The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief Chorus x 1/2 There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds and guns and big trash bags full o' weed I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van so now I guess I'm the telephone man The bathroom window ain't got no alarm I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door I jumped in the closet and checked my clip Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit I counted to five and the front door opened up I counted three more and the front door was shut I counted five more to give me some space then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face I loaded up the van in broad daylight cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night I take the backstreets to avoid the heat and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief Chorus Outro: Oh yeah! Yeah yeah! Hey yeah! Just a reminder to let you know there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit So you better watch out, better watch your back Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit Know what I'm sayin? |
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| 3:03 |
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INTRO:(COOLIO TALKING)
This record goes out to all you fake ass,gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.Put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto and don't never come back.Yeah motherfucker,you can run but you sure can't hide! Deep down in the jungle with a crack to the throat Niggas kill niggas for steppin on their toe A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho When anything goes for a little bit o'docey Shit get cooked by thugs and crooks With the knowledge of a scholar but they don't read books Everyday is a chance that ya life might go So today is a day that ya gotta get paid Slang them ki's,make them g's Do what'cha want but ya sell what'cha please But don't fuck ??? where you come from Cos when you do that you're done Remember your niggas and bitches and your Trojans And take it to your pockets for some fitness When ya get it goin and ya got it goin good Ya better bring back somethin for da hood HOOK 1 Bring back somethin fo da hood motherfucker! Bring back somethin fo da hood! REPEAT LA County what's goin on? 1993 modern day Babylon Peace to the niggas from the street And rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep Welcome to the fool and he strikes when he's back And the snake come around,go around and get ape Top down,slipped on CO-run they none Every (?cisscrack?)-CAINE ain't no fun Black cop white cop *gun shot* Fuck the colour of skin make sure he shot *gun shot* Escape from a jail cell,split away from hell And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells Billy Boy takes the pictures,(?Rak watch the room?) Five-I-seven on my switch,we got out early Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good So get this stoob nigga for the hood HOOK 2 Get that nigga fo da hood motherfucker! Get that nigga fo da hood! REPEAT INTERLUDE Them niggas ain't playin!(x 3) (What'cha gonna do when you get out of jail?) Get that nigga fo da hood VERSE 3 You must remember dis if you're black and you're rich One push come to shove they'll take your shit Martin Luther King didn't wear a diamond ring But he had a dream to let freedom reign My homie Red Foxx got played like blocks Pick em up sticks,jacks and hop-scotch ???,aggravation,there's no end to the situation Cos niggas need a place to meet,a place to sleep A place to eat and rest they feet But nobody really even gives a fuck That's why so many niggas is maggot'd up,huh You claimin the hood but you don't back it up Fool!And when they catch ya ass,they gonna FUCK you up So when you get it goin and ya got it goin good You better bring back somethin fo da hood REPEAT HOOK 1(x 2) OUTRO Bring back somethin fo da hood MOTHERFUCKER (Haa-aah!Haa-aah!Haa-aah!) |
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| 3:51 |
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5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep to the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat Southern California, LA is where it's at I'm smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train Big cocaine inside my brain, aah But nobody knows that I'm on the hype Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin No bitches, no friends, no ends to spend I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it but I can't cos I'm locked 'n da closet Bridge: Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life Listen homey No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to... Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to I still get props in the hood when I stroll by Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye Mama's in the kitchen cookin rice Daddy's in the pen doin life Sister gotta husband, she's a wife And I'm in the backyard hittin the pipe It's been three or four months since I started usin It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar and I cook here jack cos I don't know these niggas I'm livin like a peasant and it ain't pleasant I think I need to change my direction I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet in the dark cos I'm locked 'n da closet Chorus: Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me My sister's on the trip cos she knows I'm on the hit And I can't take this shit There's a rumour goin round that I'm puffin heavily and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G I guess they figured out that I broke in they house and stole all they shit while they was out My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute But before I lost my respect I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT! Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality Ain't no side effects or technicalities There's one thing about it when your life is fucked At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah No more cocaine bitches I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges I'm out the closet *screaming* Chorus: Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it let em have it Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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| 12. |
| 3:12 |
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Verse 1:
I know a place where the trees don't grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb I've been lookin for a place to leave The only free place is inside of me So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit African-American, nothin but a nigga Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker I know a place where there ain't no calm and You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton A nigga on the west coast on his way to Harlem Verse 2: Now it's time to step into the light (Light) Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (Fight) And when it's time to fight, you better fight right Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light Take a close look at what I'm freakin on Niggaz think I'm tweekin, but I'm speakin on Subject matter, data Information that I gather Through my travels Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter Everybody thinks they know, but they know not If they haven't caught a cap on the block *gunshot* So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases Ring the alarm, here comes the storm I got a firearm on my way to Harlem Verse 3: I know a place where the sun don't shine Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime I know a place where niggaz walk the line One false step and they must do time Since I'm in the same boat I must stay afloat And sing every note From the quotes that they wrote So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates If I had to be a slave I'd rather be in my grave If I get in how many lives could I save? One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin But he don't want my money, he wants my soul So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin Rollin in a g ride on my way to Harlem |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack Of indo, then climb through the window And eye the VCR, and load it in the Pinto, huh! Yes I'm on my way to the bait or should I say the pawn shop, but I don't smoke rocks Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it back Coolio loco, you better call Bronco Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm skanless Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking chances If the price is right, you can call me a killer Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger ("But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru) ("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD) ("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers) ("What you doin stickin in that people's window?" - Richard Pryor) ("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack ("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac ("Gimme that...") big gold chain ("That's the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.) Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right You and your crew better duck from my gunshots I takes no shit, carryin no drama If I can't get you I bust a cap on your momma I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift My trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit Yeah, buddy, sht's lookin good Gets much props and respect from the hood Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap But I don't pimp no bitch for my dough They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster They follow me round the store because they know that I'm a booster Tell me what you want and I'll be the stealer Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers ("Coolio...") ("First they do' ring, now they mob ring") ("Told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane) ("Give it up, give it up, give it up") I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up One plus three equals four for the knockout Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness Never said I was the best, but I'm damn sure the loc'est Up, up, and away, like a rocket Some fool got shot, now I'm goin through his pockets He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin And when I get to hell I'ma act like I don't know him I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door Let me be free for I'm a thief and a gangster Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers ("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them too") |
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| 14. |
| 3:20 |
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Verse 1: PS
Never gave a fuck and I still don't So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life A young BG deranged in the brain The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G Really can I make your ass rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin Never been a baller but I trap many ballin Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick and have her sprung on this black ass nigga Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat Chorus: Bitches ridin on my bit Niggas hit me up and shit But I'm from the Eastside Where the niggas do or die Representin like a dream Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 2: Billy Boy Uh, uh, uh As I crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up Keepin motherfuckers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top LA hustlers can't live without money So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot cos I can't fuck without my hoes And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me but I won't be gettin back in the CPT Chorus: Niggas tryin to give me stuff Billy Boy don't give a fuck First I warn you with my rhyme then I'll fuck you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thevz end down your crew cos Circle's deep I thought you knew Verse 3: Coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool R-E-S-P-E-C-T C-O-O-L-I-O G M to the A, A to the D A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-O-M-P-T-O-N Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew |
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| 4:05 |
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A bitch is a bitch and we all know
that a ho is a ho wit a toe-up slut so if you're gotta have em, might as well be a fine one but it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one So they go and get a bitch that's lookin like Trixie and Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker and the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a hooker Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin But everytime I see her, you're beggin Go get you a girl that got somethin goin Get rid of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon Now you wanna fight cos you're baggin on your Mrs But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches They say 'beauty is skin deep' but goddamn weeded bitch look like buckwheat mixed with opi Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor and her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up Niggas started dissin and you blamed it on the gin but the very next day you was with the bitch again Now your ass is gettin clowned like Bozo but that's what you get for fuckin with that ugly ho I don't know what possessed you, nigga Stand that hooker in front of a trigger Spendin your time with a big goony-goo-goo To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo" Dig a ditch down in desperation Send that monster on a permanent vacation The girl is chop-top, but you don't listen Cos some niggas like fuckin with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches Interlude Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin he don't see me Talkin with a bitch that look like a flea G Holdin her hand as he walks thru the plaza I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter The girl is done so take her ass off the oven Put her on a BOOM and send her back to the covent Cookin up a plan in a big, black cauldron And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin into a trap cos now the whore is pregnant 9 months later and she's squirted on an insect He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test Now he's sendin child support in a big fat cheque My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin liquor One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her Riches to rags and rags to riches but that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems kinda sad cos this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches Outro: So you mean to tell me you fuckin with a bald-headed, ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look-a-like, cisco drinkin, loud, ignorant, fucked-up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down, once-a-month bleedin, butthead swap-meet, AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch? Nigga what's wrong wit you? (That's alright. She take care of a nigga though, that's all I know nigga. That's OK yeah, that's OK nigga) |
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| 4:49 |
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Verse One: Coolio
When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin B-B guns Knock on yo' door and run, just for fun We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel to feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle You could get a soda foe less than quarter, and people used to speak even if they didn't know ya We fought in the streets like little black soldiers Shake hands, and still be friends when it was over We used to play tag and, hide and go seek, or hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but now thangs changed, kids ain't the same They bang, and slang, and blow out brains I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers Life was so simple then Chorus One: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to hang On the porch, drinkin brew and now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play shoot-em-up, up and down but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) Verse Two: Billy Boy Well I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday Runnin through the streets of Onessa P-A I take you through my childhood step by step Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though Daddy was a dawg he ain't raise no punks In the midst of the trees we learned how to thump At the tender age of nine momma put us on a plane Next stop -- the land of the insane Compton California where the killers grow Forced to live a life that I didn't know Wore the wrong colors cause I didn't know the facts Call her bitch, caught a case, caught a slug in my back But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me Now the fools better run cause this just driveby Billy Little black boy from the East forced to be a killer, but I can still remember Chorus Two: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play Domino, on the porch but now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to have Army fights, in the smog but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) [Coolio] Back when I was a kid nigga We used to have this game called paperball (Paperball? What the fuck is that?) Get a piece of paper, ball that motherfucker up and play with it! Hahahaha Verse Three: J-Ro I got Tha Alkaholik juice to wake ya up like a rooster Back when I was young, I used to be a booster Stealin candy from the sto', go to school, come up I had the whole playground, chewin all my gum up You know what I'm sayin? Playin still to the chest And I was the best, playin kickball at recess I play Pop Warner, golden pairs for the losers We used to hop corners on the fresh deuce cruisers Playin Galaga, Space Invaders, eatin Reese's I had all the women cause my tough skins had creases And it's been that way since day one Girls of the world ain't nothin but fun I used to watch Dr. J, come through in the clutch Remember New Zoo Review, and Starsky and Hutch I remember lunchtime, we used to rhyme out loud Peace to the Wop and the hip-hop crowd, I remember Chorus One Outro: ? Ohhh, my life, no no I do remember ohhhhhhhh I know you do I remember yesterday I remember when we played I remember yesterday, aoowwwwwww! I remember, hell, when we used to play in ghetto blocks through the dark I rememmmmmberrrrrr Yeahhh yeahhh yeahh We used to play dominoes all night long dominoes all night long Yesterday, yesterday Do you remember yesterday? I remember yesterday You remember remember remember remember... |
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