No disrespect to the opposite sex But I ain't flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks Men be trying to get laid, women be trying to get paid So, somebody gotta get played... {right} Now you claim I'm runnin game and still let us run the train Pulling Coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame Let a dame complain about disrespecting my African queen Ass hangin out them Daisy Dukes jeans, jockin Damn I love civilization Wants to know my occupation home location and means of transportation The correct combination unlocked your placenta I got a cellular phone with a rubber antenna on a three story house, drive a four door Ac Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back" Then jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite She know my name cause I got more game than Sega CD
Chorus: Coolio, Ras Kass
You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3X) You knew the game, and you still ended up on your back You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3X) You knew the game, and you still ended up on your back
Verse Two: Ras Kass
I try U.N.I.T.Y. but why? Cause when I was lackin, bitches made me want to roll over and die So now I lie, cause bitches are like flies {why?} They attract to the best shit {oh!} You gotta play Max Julian's role unless you plan on being celibate Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that comes with it {The bitch} saw me in the Lex and didn't know it came from Avis Now she's on the Tip like my name was John Davis And I'm knowin what she thinks {what?} I'ma sweep her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink Bitch, haha yeah I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to Atlanta {Tomorrow} so maybe we can kick it {tonight} Right there I knew my dick was getting wetted Cause I played into this bitch's Cinderella complex Whatever you want to hear, I can say Forget the bitch the next day, instant replay
Chorus
Verse Three: Coolio
Yo Ras, let me talk about these bitches for a minute But let's get it straight, when I say the word bitch I don't mean all women Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her cousin Or her mama, you gots to have drama Nigga flash some currency and go up in her auntie! I'm talkin bout the skanless type loc You know the type that seem to like the taste of swipe Check it When it comes to Saving Hoes Coolio ain't in it Don't call me Captain, general, sergeant, or lieutenant This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh I gave the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass But as soon as the hoe tried to get in my pocket I shot her ass away from me *schch* like a skyrocket Take it from a G, period, no comma, to keep these hookers on they toes... you know the rest
Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone You know what I'm sayin man? Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard man You know? But sometimes man fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
Verse One
Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth of a dysfunctional home I had a father who only stayed to see me grown When I turned twelve he was gone Alone, no role model I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle and then hit each other Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that's before my time but I still see how it affected her mind As a child I introverted, and drew pictures While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked And me, I mastered the art of hatred After pops left ran with my niggaz tryin to take shit Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it Life is a bitch so fuck it In eighty-one I remember the night I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten I hate my black skin, it's just a sin to be a nigga Then again, I'm like the Frenchman, cause Granny's creole And therefore, we're black French people So I think it's best if I go to Catholic school And study under nuns and then I'll be a Catholic fool Cause none of these cults want none of us up and don't none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue It's the evil that men do
Chorus
But every nigga on my block can't stop, and he won't stop, and he don't stop (repeat 4X)
Interlude
Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga! Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up!! *siren* (Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*
Nigga, one time nigga (Man I feel strange man, and I'm fin to go man) Shit, I'ma get you out, shit, bitches man) (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren* We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
Verse Two
By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts I grew twelve inches so now it's time to fuck sluts Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet with my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth that left a nigga feelin like dirt Cause now I'm a father, and got a two-week old daughter ironically, don't even know her name it's a damn shame And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby The more I thought about, she fuckin played me Cause the family's lookin at me like I raped her Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes Then lost control of the steering wheel Hit a black Camaro and that's all I remember that night I woke up to a five-oh flashlight The car that I hit had exploded on impact One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day Now I'm eighteen, hit the County in the mix "Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside In ninety-three, I got probation Searchin for an occupation, cause now I'm pickin restitution, confusion I'm lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew It's the evil that men do
