Coolio Filmography

• Sleepless with Coolio 2013, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Two Hundred Thousand Dirty 2012, role: actor, character name: Manny Play in Full Screen
• Inertia 2012, role: actor, character name: Promotional Trailer Play in Full Screen
• Les Anges de la Téléréalité 2 (Miami Dreams) 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Lost Archives of Quincy Taylor 2009, role: actor, character name: Archpimp Mac McFreddy Play in Full Screen
• Star-ving 2009, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• XM Underground 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Sides 2008, role: actor, character name: The Star Play in Full Screen
• Chinaman's Chance: America's Other Slaves 2008, role: actor, character name: Roger Play in Full Screen
• Cookin' with Coolio 2008, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Futurama: Bender's Big Score 2007, role: actor, character name: Kwanzabot Play in Full Screen
• Sound, Verses, Fury 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Don't Tell My Booker!!! 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Three Days to Vegas 2007, role: actor, character name: The Flow Play in Full Screen
• Grad Night 2006, role: actor, character name: Michael Adkins Play in Full Screen
• Born 2b Gangsta? 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Love Hollywood Style 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• MOBO Awards 2006 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself - Host Play in Full Screen
• Car Cruzin' 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 25 Strong: The BET Silver Anniversary Special 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• Pterodactyl 2005, role: actor, character name: Capt. Bergen Play in Full Screen
• Ta divna Splitska noc 2004, role: actor, character name: Franky Play in Full Screen
• Dracula 3000 2004, role: actor, character name: 187 Play in Full Screen
• Gang Warz 2004, role: actor, character name: Dunzio Day Play in Full Screen
• Comeback - Die große Chance 2004, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Exposed 2003, role: actor, character name: Big Heat Play in Full Screen
• Daredevil 2003, role: actor, character name: Dante Jackson Play in Full Screen
• Red Water 2003, role: actor, character name: Ice Play in Full Screen
• Ravedactyl: Project Evolution 2003, role: actor, character name: Maduzor Play in Full Screen
• The Beat 2003, role: actor, character name: Emcee Play in Full Screen
• Stealing Candy 2003, role: actor, character name: Brad Vorman Play in Full Screen
• Tapped Out 2003, role: actor, character name: Cool Play in Full Screen
• Stupidity 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Four Fingers of the Dragon 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Move 2002, role: actor, character name: Dre Play in Full Screen
• Media Whore 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Holla 2002, role: actor, character name: Guest Play in Full Screen
• Storm Watch 2002, role: actor, character name: Outlaw Play in Full Screen
• Outlawz: Worldwide 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Celebrity Boot Camp 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Move 2002, role: actor, character name: Arthur Play in Full Screen
• Move 2002, role: actor, character name: Ernest Play in Full Screen
• Gang Tapes 2001, role: composer, Play in Full Screen
• Gangland 2001, role: actor, character name: Officer Harris Play in Full Screen
• Get Over It 2001, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Perfume 2001, role: actor, character name: T Play in Full Screen
• The Secret History of Rock 'n' Roll with Gene Simmons 2001, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 100 Greatest Number One Singles 2001, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Leprechaun in the Hood 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Submerged 2000, role: actor, character name: Jeff Cort Play in Full Screen

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  Kinda High Kinda Drunkshow lyrics

  Kinda High Kinda Drunk

  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
  The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
  I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
  I think I seen her rollin' a noble, nosin' under and moanin'
  Two freaks walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
  But they, kept on passin' me by 'cuz they can recognize a trick
  Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
  I take a look up at the clock, I wonder where the homies at
  I feel my pager's on my hipbone, who could it be
  'Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
  Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
  And I don't even call 'em back 'cuz they don't know the homie cold
  I've recieved a page, my love from the phone in the back
  I got a wink from a pretty brown sugar dressed in black
  Another double shot of yak and now the room is spinnin'
  But that's only the beginning, 'cause the
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
  See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
  There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
  I was strapped I coulda bust him, but I didn't do it
  I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talked away
  So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
  I mobb back in the club, and kick it at my table
  'Cuz, bustas be acting stupid, and stupidness is fatal
  The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
  Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
  She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
  Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
  The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
  Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
  She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
  It's 11:35 and my homies still ain't made it
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, things is gettin' hectic
  The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
  By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
  This ain't The Commodores but this brick house got me on zoom
  Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking, "Baby wassup?"
  My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
  Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans
  We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking
  When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
  I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble, I got baby on her titties
  I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her phi phi
  I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
  Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin' on 40's
  Now in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
  'Cuz I got too high and I got too drunk
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk

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  Too Hotshow lyrics

  Too Hot

  Everybody listen up 'cause I'm about to give my speak on
  Fools be trippin' when it's time to get their freak on
  Runnin' round town, puttin' it down
  Without no protection, funny erection
  When it's time for selection, what's your direction?
  Before you make a choice you betta do some inspection
  If you don't know my aim and don't know my game
  Then let me explain now
  Aisha slept wit' Mark and Mark slept wit' Tina
  And Tina slept wit' Javier the first time he seen her
  Javier slept wit' Loopy and Loopy slept wit' Rob
  'Cause he was rollin' on beeds and had a good ass job
  Rob slept wit' Lisa who slept wit' Steve and Steve was positive H.I.V.
  What started off as a plan ended up in the plot
  You betta cool your ass off 'cause it's too damn hot
  Oh oh, it's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, lady
  (Too hot)
  Gotta run for shelter, gotta run out for shade
  It's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, homie
  (Too hot)
  Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made
  You're doin' everything momma told you not to do
  Now you're tryin' to walk away 'cause you know it's true
  Your sister can't explain and your mother's ashamed
  To admit you both had the same last name
  I don't have to ask you where you've been
  'Cause the matches in your purse say 'Holiday Inn'
  A mind is a terrible thing to waste that was the slogan
  But now it's '95 and it's 'don't forget the Trojan'
  Explained it to her momma before somebody get her got her
  Help her to the game with those smooth talkin' niggas
  'Love' is the word, so is 'remember' often heard
  Latex, safe sex, you better learn to get hip to the facts
  Before you be yacko, end up in a box on your back
  Sometimes you axed me what you wanted, get what you got
  Don't get up in the plot, it's too damn hot
  Oh oh, it's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, lady
  (Too hot)
  Gotta run for shelter, gotta run out for shade
  It's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, homie
  (Too hot)
  Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made
  Another day in the city and know what a pity
  Even though we did our duty, things are still lookin' shitty
  Everybody in the pack stack tryin' to make some scraps
  Walkin' in the rain but they ain't got no hat
  Understand how we livin' in the 90's loc
  Nuclear waste, cannibalism and pistol smoke
  Sex, lies and videotape and rape
  Just a little public crime can seal your fate
  We need to do something drastic shit, it's gettin' tragic
  And if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic
  Everybody and their momma preaching abstinence
  These kids ain't checking for abster shit
  So put a condom in their hand and hope it don't bust
  Another victim of the lust, in God, we trust
  What started off as a plan ended up in the plot
  Water can't cool it off 'cause it's too damn hot
  Oh oh, it's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, lady
  (Too hot)
  Gotta run for shelter, gotta run out for shade
  It's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, homie
  (Too hot)
  Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made
  It's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, lady
  (Too hot)
  Gotta run for shelter, gotta run out for shade
  It's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, homie
  (Too hot)
  Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made
  Oh oh, it's too hot
  (Too hot)
  Too hot, lady
  (Too hot)
  Gotta run for shelter, gotta run out for shade

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  What Is An Mcshow lyrics

  What Is An Mc

  [Verse 1]
  Yo, the G is off the chain when you come round here
  Better watch what you claim when you come round here
  You can do your thing when you come round here
  But it's blessed that you can hang when you come round here
  Ain't no playin games when you come round here
  Weak niggas feel the flame when they come round here
  We tryina make it bang when you come round here
  Everything ain't the same when you come round here
  DJ's pump the bass up
  And pull the lights back
  It's time to get it crackin and we love it when it's like that
  Ain't no reason for no treason
  So put the hater-ray down in this new millenium season
  Who you gon' believe in while you're cheesin?
  Ain't no logic or no reason in your teachings
  I'm steady on the grind round while you're reachin
  So just sit and look and listen, hear my twenty screechin
  [Hook]
  What is an MC if he can't rap?
  How you gonna throw up from the shoulder and can't scrap?
  Twenty-five with a L, ain't no gettin back
  Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
  What is a DJ if he can't scratch?
  How you gon' keep on trickin and stay fat?
  Jump your ass in a gunfight without no strap
  Where niggaz do it all, homie just like that
  [Verse 2]
  You can be yourself when you come round here
  Ain't no titles or no belts when you come round here
  Keep your game on stealth when you come round here
  But be about your wealth when you come round here
  You get cut and left when you come round here
  So don't let 'em see you sweat when you come round here
  We'll be makin busters melt when they come round here
  So you'd better check yourself when you come round here
  We be gettin gangsta with it all through the weekend
  Get your lazy ass up, no time for sleepin
  Call your homegirls up, jump in your jeep and
  They ain't ready when you come, then you're leavin
  You're goin to the club, it's time for freakin
  You ain't got no I'd to try to sneak in
  It's on and crackin once again you cheat the G-game
  Just open up your mind, no time for tweakin
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  Fat meat is greasy when you come round here
  So don't be acting cheesy when you come round here
  You might go off the heasy when you come round here
  And we'll still be bumpin Eazy when you come round here
  You better watch the greedy when you come round here
  Cos some of these fools are sleazy when you come round here
  Give to the needy when you come round here
  But understand you can't defeat me when you come round here
  Most stack a grip, trip and roll with some new friends
  Some'll sell their soul to the devil just to chip in
  Some'll lie, steal and rob their mama just to get ends
  Which one is you nigga?
  Where do you fit in?
  But this thing don't stop just cos you's a trick
  And hatin cos you ain't rich, you's a bitch
  We gon' dip like the old school, c'est la vie
  Hop your tread like me
  Watch what you say and get paid like C

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  Sticky Fingers (alternate)show lyrics

  Sticky Fingers (alternate)

  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, I ain't never
  Got gaffled like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
  What you doin' stickin' in that people's window?
  Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme that Cadillac
  Gimme that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead
  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 trench coat is long and now I got some fresh shit
  Yeah buddy, shit'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, 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 punch out
  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?

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  Street Life By Beenie Manshow lyrics

  Street Life By Beenie Man

  Yo, sometimes you have to just be a man and apologize to your woman, ya star
  The amount of ting whe you put her through
  Rock this!
  When a girl cry cause of you
  Not one ting you can say or do
  Make any man go change his mind
  No matter what you wanna do
  First you find it hard to speak (true)
  Girl straight out make a brother weak
  Killing me softly every time
  And all that I can be
  Chorus:
  On the street just ballin
  Girls have been callin
  Drop top fallin
  Brothers keep rollin
  Livin nothing but a street life (street life)
  [Repeat]
  For all the troubles I brought ya
  For all the time that you cried
  Baby for that I apologize (apologize)
  For all the time that Ive hurt ya
  For bringing tears to your eye
  Baby for that I apologize (apologize)
  Well I can see it in your eyes
  No telling you no lies
  Girl I did you wrong
  Youll never find another guy
  So this is what we got to do
  Make a family cause its true
  Girl you are a part of me
  My heart belongs to you
  Cause I can see it in your eyes
  No telling you no lies
  Girl I did you wrong
  Youll never find another guy
  This is what we got to do
  Make a family cause itís true
  Girl you are a part of me
  My heart belongs to you now
  Chorus:
  On the street just ballin
  Girls have been callin
  Drop top fallin
  Brothers keep rollin
  Livin nothing but a street life (street life)
  [Repeat]
  Do you understand the feeling when Im feeling
  When I tell you how Iím feeling
  When Im feeling that way
  Cant get over how you make everything better girl
  When you are around me you bring joy to my day
  Dont know what I will do without you in my life
  I donít give a damn about what people wanna say
  All Im saying that (what)
  This is where Iím at (at)
  And Id do anything to make you stay
  Chorus:
  On the street just ballin
  Girls have been callin
  Drop top fallin
  Brothers keep rollin
  Livin nothing but a street life (street life)

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  Sumpin' Newshow lyrics

  Sumpin' New

  This is some of the lingua fringa of da funk business
  And people come from miles around
  With an almost religious devotion to get on down
  1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  What up everybody? So glad you're here
  It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
  This ain't a fantastic voyage but I'm still on a mission
  To see if I can get your attention
  Now, I want to drop some information
  Just a little additive to your education
  I live my life by the code of the funk
  600 Watt Amps, 18's in the trunk
  When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat
  So throw your hands up if you're down with the C
  Double O L I O with the flow
  I'm lookin' for the party so let a nigga know
  1 2 3, it's like A B C
  If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
  Slide, slide but that's that past
  I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  If you got beefed then, nigga, eat a pork chop
  Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
  I break like dandylocks, panties drop
  From hood to hood, block to block
  Help, I need somebody
  To get it goin' on in this party
  Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
  We can drink some yak and do it all damn night
  My name ain't Wanda but I'll rock your world
  Get more bounce than a Jerry Curl
  Too many looky loos be lookin' for clues
  There's a party goin' on, now, whatcha gonna do?
  So, grab your partner, do se do
  If you don't know who it is, it's Coolio
  Slide, slide but that's the past
  I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Push, push in the bush
  But don't step on my toes 'cuz you might get smushed
  It's the brother from around the way
  And what I say, I been comin' on three like Dr. Dre
  Comin' at 'em with pattern an' a fresh pair of atoms
  So hope you don't trip 'cuz I don't want to have to get 'em
  So move your body, baby, drive the homeys crazy
  The way you shake that ass, always amaze me
  Ain't no party like a west coast party
  'Cuz a west coast party don't stop
  So when you see a young nigga in a Chevy
  Hittin' switches then you gotta give the nigga his props
  I got size in my rise and the motion for your ocean
  Coolio got the potion to kick the party open
  Slide, slide but that's the past
  I got sumpin' brand new for that ass
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down
  1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
  Gotta, gotta get up to get down

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  The Revolutionshow lyrics

  The Revolution

  I'm seein' bodiez in the alley and blood in the valley
  From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali
  I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light
  Take a real close look at what it look like
  A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on whit
  The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit
  Playin' tag with body bag, bullets and bloody rag
  And did you put the dodge on the toe tag?
  Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomorrow
  'Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps and sorrow
  You gotta believe in something but whatever you do
  Make sure what you believe is real and true
  Fuck the liez an' alibiez an' come to realize
  My vision won't assault of wasted on blind lil' eyes
  Like AT&T;, you gotta make a switch
  Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch
  When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
  With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
  When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
  With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
  I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah, lootin' an' shootin'
  I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in
  Niggaz don't be doin' what they 'posed to do
  They betta post on the corna with the busta crew
  Playin' games, I used to play back in '79
  With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
  If you want some respect, ya won't be individual
  On the nigga nuts 'cuz he rollin' in the '64
  Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all
  But one day there's gonna be a final call
  That's why I'm rollin' deep in the motherfuckin' Jeep
  Always on a peep an' my crew don't fall asleep
  So pull your money outa your pocket an' put it in the middle
  This ain't no roosta ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust
  When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
  With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
  When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
  With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
  Way back in the days, we used to sling 'em in the street
  But now when niggaz get beat they wanna go an' get their heat
  Everybody know that you know how to kill
  But tell me do you how to let a nigga live?
  I gotta dream that maybe one day
  Niggaz can't fight then walk away
  I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up an'
  Shoot 'em from the shoulders to show them you can hold your
  I sing the song of the fight of the black man in America
  In a state of hysteria, no longa will I accept the second rate
  I plan to set the record straight b'fore I disobey
  It's the one, two combination punch to the throat
  There's a hole in ya boat, bitch, that's all she wrote
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in my mothafuckin' self I trust
  When the revolution come, I'ma be up front
  With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump
  When the revolution come, I'ma be right there
  With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair
  When the revolution come, I'ma be straight loc
  Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke

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  Throwdown 2000

  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And give a loc a little dap when he roll through
  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 the ghetto witch doctor superhero
  I take 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
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And give a loc a little dap when he roll through
  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 crossfader
  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
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And pass the joint to the loc when he roll through
  If the shoe fit, put it on and stick
  And if your ass can't cash, 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 coat
  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
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to
  And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
  Are you ready to throw down?
  Yes we are!
  Well, get on down like you're 'posed to

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  Fucc Coolio

  [Dialing a number from a cellular]
  40 Thevz: Hello
  Coolio: Yo what's up homeboy I'm out front the club what's goin' on
  there's a lot
  around the corner this muthafucka is cracking
  40: What
  C : Hell yeah man y'all better bring your ass down here man.
  40: We on our way man we're coming through then...
  C: Aight look look look. I'ma tell homeboy at the do' to let y'all
  in.
  40: Hook it up hook it up!
  C: Nigga sac, nigga bring a sac.Stop at some jamaicans and shit.
  40: We're on our way.
  C: Alright then.
  40: Aight.
  [hang up]
  Bouncer: Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you?
  C: Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on
  the
  look for 'em.
  B: Right. Hey you muthafuckas move back, man. One line.
  X: Man, look, look. There go that nigga Coolio. They're lettin' him in
  with tennis
  shoes and shit. Don't wanna let us in.
  Y: Fuck that nigga Coolio,man. I'm gonna fuck that nigga up.

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  U Know Hoo

  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?
  Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool
  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? Right
  All you niggas run and tell a friend, um
  Bad mutha fuckas is bad again
  M.A.A.D. 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 fuckin' 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 M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
  It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell booty
  Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
  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 settin' mutha fuckas on they ass
  Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
  Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down they throats
  'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackin'
  And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is causin' 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 gettin' 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 M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  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 fuckin' goddamn flow
  So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
  Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causin' ruckus
  Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass you know who
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle
  I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo
  Uh 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 cookin' ya crew, beeyotch

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  Coolio

  As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
  I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left
  Cause I've been blastin and laughin so long that
  Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
  But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
  Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
  You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
  Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
  I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
  As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
  I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
  On my knees in the night
  Sayin prayers in the street light
  *L.V.*
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paraside
  (repeat)
  Look at the situation, they got me facin
  I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
  So I gotta be down with the hood team
  Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams
  I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
  Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
  I'm a loc'ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
  And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool
  Death ain't nuthin but a heart beat away
  I'm livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
  I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo'?
  The way things is goin I dunno
  *L.V.*
  Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
  That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  Power and the money, money and the power
  Minute after minute, hour after hour
  Everybody's runnin, but half of them ain't lookin
  It's goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what's cookin
  They say I got ta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
  If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
  I guess they cain't -- I guess they won't
  I guess they frontin; that's why I know my life is outta luck, fool
  *L.V.*
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
  That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
  (repeat)

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  Smilin'show lyrics

  Smilin'

  You got me smilin', again you
  Got me smilin' again
  Smilin', again you
  Got me smilin', again
  One night of pleasure, nine months of pain
  Three days later and that's when you came
  Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes
  Brown eyes like Mom, with your Grandmother's nose
  Even though you're Momma's baby
  And Daddy's little baby
  My love is unconditional to one of us is Swayze
  Day or night, roll the light, no matter what you do
  Like the Jackson 5 said, ?I'll be there for you? 'coz
  My life is your life and your life is mine
  Through thick and thin I'm your friend 'til the end of time
  I'll make sure you get your props, you can call me pops
  And anything you need, I'll pull it out of the stops
  Even though we're not together like we used to be
  D-A-D-D-Y, you can count on me
  'Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then
  I take a look into your eyes and I smile again
  You got me smilin', again you
  Got me smilin' again
  Smilin', again you
  Got me smilin', again
  Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers
  'Coz I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger
  This ain't the Huckstables and my name ain't Cliff
  No matter how old you get, you could get that ass whipped
  Daddy, don't take no mess
  And I ain't gone settle for nothing less than your very best
  When I do what I do 'coz you did what you did
  It's 'coz I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dumb ass kids
  You gosta be a leader, it's my responsibility to teach ya
  Right from wrong and make decisions of your own
  I never said that I was perfect but I know you're worth it so
  I'ma do my damnest, to make sure you get some chances
  So just listen to your Daddy 'coz he tryin' to tell ya something
  And don't let nobody tell ya, I don't love ya 'coz they frontin'
  'Coz when I'm feelin' down, every now and then
  I take a look into your eyes and I smile again
  You got me smilin', again you
  Got me smilin' again
  Smilin', again you
  Got me smilin', again
  You got me smilin'
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
  You got me smilin'
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
  Every day is a struggle, when life is like a puzzle
  That we gotta put together, together so and ever
  You need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on
  Your Daddy's home
  I'm tryin' to build a foundation on which you could stand
  When you's a grown woman and you's a grown man
  I got open ears when the world ain't tryin' to hear
  When I can't be there in the flesh, I'm there in the spirit
  I'm tryna make an impression on the things that you stand for
  The knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids
  I know it's hard growing up 'coz I used to be a youngsta
  So we gon' work as a team
  So the [incomprehensible] don't take ya under
  People let me tell ya about my best friends
  'Coz I'm down with the children, all the way 'til the end
  'Coz when I'm feelin' down, every now and then
  I take a look into they eyes and I smile again
  You got me smilin', again you
  Got me smilin' again
  Smilin', again you
  Got me smilin', again
  You got me smilin', again you
  Got me smilin' again
  Smilin', again you

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  Gangsta's Paradise

  This is how we do it
  This is how we do it
  Last chance records, may I help you?
  Oh, what's up girl?
  Young nigga came over last night and guess what
  He was a busta but hold on a second
  Excuse me, may I help you?
  Yeah, I wanna see Chester
  I got an appointment with him
  Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly
  Mr. Johnson, your 2:30 is here
  Eh, send him in, damn, your showing a little good today girl
  Mr Johnson will see you now
  He hey, come on in here boy
  See I told you, you was goin' be a star, didn't I?
  Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man
  You owe me some money
  Man, money, wha?
  Man, my record went double platinum
  What the fuck is you talkin' about
  Let me
  Fuck that
  Aaw, you didn't have to shoot me
  Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that, it's too late for that shit
  Aaw, you done shot Mr. Johnson
  Shut up, bitch

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  Cruisin'

  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Baby get in we fixin’ to cruise till we can’t
  You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank
  Sunbeamin’ this weekend heading down that beach way
  Messin’ with my girl’s hair one of them games that we play
  Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street
  She gotta be a freak if she’s sittin’ next to me so
  Shine up your hoopty and fall in line
  Bring your honey if she’s fine and we gon have a good time
  To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks
  Swoopin while I puts in work now watch me skirt
  I heard ’em callin’ me but then I ball and see
  Cause if you’re ballin’ me you got your own set of keys
  The breeze is hittin’ don’t think you’ll catch me strippin’
  40 thevz wino and gat got that back when we’re dippin
  To the west coast down south in your direction
  Throwin up the hood cruisin’ come on we jettin’
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  Come on in my lap get in an’ twist the cap
  Hand him the jizz back clowin up the coast like that
  Take a ray all nice in back seat pete
  Just do a rollin’ top down ready to hit the street
  Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it’s a black thing
  Sport in a ’vette brings me strapped won’t be no jacket
  Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie
  Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he’s high
  Ready to get my groove on so I’m playing teams
  Know when he’s feelin’ me, and what those feelin’s be
  Kinda’ flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip
  Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip
  Leaning on his chest I feel security
  Just my man and me against the world you understandin’ me
  Cruisin’ till the sunsets yep we’ll be headin out
  Dippin’ through the city me and my niggys what I’m talkin about
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  Sunday afternoons in the tape deck
  My woman’s on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck
  Floatin’ on the freeway at a cool 65
  Malika rolls the top so’s I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah
  Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush
  Yep I’m down the bus like no one like what
  Watchin’ the sunset be the flyest with the top down
  Park up at the spot I ain’t gonna front I’m tryin to mess around
  Your homies still around
  Yeah they busy though
  That’s all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door
  It’s all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up
  Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some
  Yeah that’s how we do it on the western hemisphere
  All my homies be a man cause ain’t no pretendin’
  Cruisin feel the wind blow my brain back
  Trippin off into the night bumpin’ to a fat track yeah
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love
  Cruisin’ is made for us
  I love it when we’re cruisin’ together
  Cruisin’ is made for love

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  A Thing Going On

  We meet every single day at the same old place
  At the same old time, with the same state of mind
  Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
  We just happy for the time, the weed and the wine
  The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
  We knew how it had to be right from the very start
  'Cause I got obligations and she's in the situation
  That she came to state so this is our fate
  Holding hands, a smile, a glance
  A kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on
  Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
  'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it
  Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
  I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
  It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
  But what they don't know don't hurt
  Me and Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  The very first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
  And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
  Of she and I being together, so I headed in her direction
  For some closer inspection
  I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture
  The feeling she gave me was more than I could measure
  And right away I knew I had to have her with me
  If not with me, then maybe just to hit me
  She got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk
  And the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
  She give me everything that I don't get at home
  And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone
  Now, tell me what love got to do with it?
  Loc, as we both feel good when we kickin' it
  Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
  But me and Mrs. Jones got a thing goin' on
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other
  We're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
  'Cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
  But her life is not revolved around how revolving
  I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasy
  But deep down inside we know that we could never be
  Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
  Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar
  When all of a sudden right out of the blue
  My lady got a clue on what we was up to
  And wait a minute, damn, from what I understand
  It seems that my woman's been talking to her man
  Since we both in love with the people at home
  It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
  'Cause I got a woman and she's got a man
  So that's how it goes and that's how it is
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, oh yeah
  We used to meet at the same place, same time
  Used to sit and talk it over, talk it over
  Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

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  Interlude

  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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  Can I Get Down 1X

  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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  Recoup This

  This is how we do it
  This is how we do it
  Last chance records, may I help you?
  Oh, what's up girl?
  Young nigga came over last night and guess what
  He was a busta but hold on a second
  Excuse me, may I help you?
  Yeah, I wanna see Chester
  I got an appointment with him
  Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly
  Mr. Johnson, your 2:30 is here
  Eh, send him in, damn, your showing a little good today girl
  Mr Johnson will see you now
  He hey, come on in here boy
  See I told you, you was goin' be a star, didn't I?
  Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man
  You owe me some money
  Man, money, wha?
  Man, my record went double platinum
  What the fuck is you talkin' about
  Let me
  Fuck that
  Aaw, you didn't have to shoot me
  Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that, it's too late for that shit
  Aaw, you done shot Mr. Johnson

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  Sticky Fingers

  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, I ain't never
  Got gaffled like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind
  What you doin' stickin' in that people's window?
  Gimme that big fat dope sack, gimme that Cadillac
  Gimme that big gold chain, that's the life, a-that I lead
  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 trench coat is long and now I got some fresh shit
  Yeah buddy, shit'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, 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 punch out
  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?

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  A Thing Goin On

  We meet every single day at the same old place
  At the same old time, with the same state of mind
  Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
  We just happy for the time, the weed and the wine
  The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
  We knew how it had to be right from the very start
  'Cause I got obligations and she's in the situation
  That she came to state so this is our fate
  Holding hands, a smile, a glance
  A kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on
  Gettin' caught, so we stick to a plan
  'Cause we both got another and they wouldn't understand it
  Me and Mrs. Jones got a thing going on
  I wouldn't call it love but it damn sure strong
  It ain't about doin' dirt or living like a flirt
  But what they don't know don't hurt
  Me and Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  The very first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
  And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
  Of she and I being together, so I headed in her direction
  For some closer inspection
  I intentionally brushed her hand, her skin had a satin texture
  The feeling she gave me was more than I could measure
  And right away I knew I had to have her with me
  If not with me, then maybe just to hit me
  She got pinpoint skill and precision in the walk
  And the way that she talk make my mouth turn to chalk
  She give me everything that I don't get at home
  And it seems like I'm a man 'cause hers is always gone
  Now, tell me what love got to do with it?
  Loc, as we both feel good when we kickin' it
  Some might say that I'm wrong and I should leave her alone
  But me and Mrs. Jones got a thing goin' on
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other
  We're a whole lot more than just part time lovers
  'Cause when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em
  But her life is not revolved around how revolving
  I'm the Shaka Zulu and she's my fantasy
  But deep down inside we know that we could never be
  Any more than what we are, a phone call in the car
  Bite to eat, with a movie and a drink at the bar
  When all of a sudden right out of the blue
  My lady got a clue on what we was up to
  And wait a minute, damn, from what I understand
  It seems that my woman's been talking to her man
  Since we both in love with the people at home
  It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone
  'Cause I got a woman and she's got a man
  So that's how it goes and that's how it is
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
  Me and Mrs., Mrs., Mrs., Mrs. Jones
  Mrs. Jones, oh yeah
  We used to meet at the same place, same time
  Used to sit and talk it over, talk it over
  Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones

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  Bright As The Sunshow lyrics

  Bright As The Sun

  Starlight, star bright
  First star I see tonight
  Wish I may, I wish I might
  Get this lick, I try to hit tonight
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me
  Every time I think about it, I still can't understand
  What make these niggaz think they don't need a plan
  'Cuz if you don't have a plan then tell me what you got
  The old get rich quick scheme or bust her ass Broc
  Niggaz be punkin' out Loc, dyin' over nothin'
  It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion
  Hickory, dickory, thievery, trickery, poverty, misery, pleads to insanity
  Homicide, rivalry, grand theft burglary, purgery, emergency, surgery
  APB, they lookin' for a G, you ran through a field, hopped a fence
  And climbed a tree, 911, here they come, come, nigga with a gun
  Now your ass is done, ain't nowhere to hide, ain't nowhere to run
  'Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  It seems nowadays just to get some respect
  Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check
  Or come around the corner on 3 hobbit
  Blockin' up the street, flossin' back on your keys
  And everybody's sayin', "You're the man Loc, never broke
  And high off that pream old smoke", sippin' in the seat
  Rollin' in the rag top Chevy '63, the P I M P
  On top of the game but now you're gettin' laid
  'Cuz that gak, weed, yay-o is playin' tricks on your brain
  You're lookin' for a way out before your game play out
  'Cuz once your game play out, ya lose all ya kriz out
  Late one night you was rollin' down the block
  With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock
  One time got behind you and they told you to stop
  But you kept rollin' 'cuz ya said you wasn't broke
  Out like a sucka, you dumb mothafucka
  Now the chase is on and here go the song
  How in the hell do you think you can run
  When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun?
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Lock down since the '80, situation number 3
  A nigga is released from the penitentiary
  Fools better recognize and visualize
  Don't be surprised, ya better realize
  They gotta plan for your ass, a cage for the mask
  So if you're rollin' dirty then ya better have a stash
  Spot in your whoopty and know the whoompty whoofty
  When the whoompty whafty is done until you see
  He don't know the new game 'cuz the new game ain't true game
  Well, he better catch her quick because the old game is runnin'
  Nine in his waist, that's the new game Loc
  'Cuz if you ain't heated then you might get smoked
  He was walkin' down the street, mindin' his business
  Just happy to be free and what do we see?
  From the corner of his house, here come one time
  So off he dashed like they set fire to his ass
  'Cuz if he get caught, it's strike number three
  And this might be his last day on the street
  I bet ya next time you'll listen when I tell you, son
  That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
  Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
  Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me

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  It Takes a Thief.

  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
  Fuck around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool
  Yep, that's me on the motherfuckin' 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, time
  I got more flavor than a truck load of Snickers
  Ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, fuck it
  That's how it go when ya dealin' with a proper
  Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
  Coolio locc and I'm down to 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 the scripts and it's the dips when I rips
  And rock the fuckin' house for the Bloods and Crips
  Danger, danger, ol' gangsta, gangsta
  Droppin dogs on the
  40 Thevz and the band with a 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 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 'cause 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
  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 deathly
  Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka
  'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker
  Coolio but you can call me Boo
  I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo
  Ass, feces, you don't wanna see me
  With a flashlight 'cause I serve that ass
  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 dift?
  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
  'Cause 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 'cause I'm hip to ya game
  Hoes be actin' like they love me but they only wanna fuck me
  And suck me but don't touch me
  Back up off me hooker 'cause I won't be taken
  Go find you another motherfucker, you can break it
  I gots to 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 'cause 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
  I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
  I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
  I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na and it's like that

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  Crusin'

  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Baby, get in, we fixin' to cruise till we can't
  You got the drink, I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank
  Sunbeamin' this weekend, heading down that beach way
  Messin' with my girl's hair, one of them games that we play
  Braids bouncin' to the beat, feel me coming down the street
  She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so
  Shine up your hoopty and fall in line
  Bring your honey if she's fine and we gon' have a good time
  To the outskirts of first buzzin' off the erky jerks
  Swoopin' while I puts in work now watch me skirt
  I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see
  'Cause if you're ballin' me, you got your own set of keys
  The breeze is hittin', don't think you'll catch me strippin'
  40 Thevz Wino and Gat got that back when we're dippin'
  To the west coast down south in your direction
  Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin'
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  Come on in my lap get in an' twist the cap
  Hand him the jizz back clowin' up the coast like that
  Take a ray all nice in back seat, Pete
  Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street
  Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads 'cause it's a black thing
  Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket
  Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie
  Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs
  Now I hope he's high
  Ready to get my groove on, so I'm playing teams
  Know when he's feelin' me and what those feelings be
  Kinda' flossy 'cause tossy we do it on seat tip
  Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip
  Leaning on his chest, I feel security
  Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me
  Cruisin' till the sunsets, yep, we'll be headin' out
  Dippin' through the city, me and my niggys what I'm talkin' about
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  Sunday afternoons in the tape deck
  My woman's on the right lookin' bomb for this trek deck
  Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65
  Malika rolls the top, so I can feel that rocky mountain high, yeah
  Take the wheel while I shake off this hairbrush
  Yep, I'm down the bus like no one like what
  Watchin' the sunset be the flyest with the top down
  Park up at the spot, I ain't gonna front, I'm tryin' to mess around
  Your homies still around, yeah, they busy though
  That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door
  It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up
  Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some
  Yeah, that's how we do it on the western hemisphere
  All my homies be a man 'cause ain't no pretendin'
  Cruisin' feel the wind blow my brain back
  Trippin' off into the night bumpin' to a fat track, yeah
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  'Cause I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  'Cause I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us
  I love it when we're cruisin' together
  Cruisin' is made for love
  Cruisin' is made for us

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  Exercise Yo' Game

  When I was fifteen years old
  Straight dope game I was told
  I went from selling pennies of the riders dank, ah
  (Riders dank, ah)
  Timin' ass think of slangin' crank
  (Think of slangin' griqua)
  Situation critical, phone home, phone home
  Talkin' on my digital, call phone
  Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations
  Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
  Boy, I tell you shit is pitiful, damn
  Vocally repentable, dead right
  I try to stay away from artificial
  (Artificial)
  Plastic ass, pleather motherfuckin' individuals
  (Plastic ass, fuck ah)
  Exercise yo' game main
  'Cuz things is changin' and rearrangin'
  Exercise yo game main
  Just use yo' brain main don't run the same game
  Exercise yo' game main
  Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash
  Exercise yo' game main
  But you gotta make it last
  One lone loco rides away into the sunset but I ain't done yet
  Respect yourself and wear your vest
  Keep your guard up 'cuz fools be hard up
  When you hittin' dips better check yo' clips
  And watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips
  Anyway you choose, got ta pay your dues
  Keep one in the chamber 'cuz the shoes always lose
  Rubber wheels beat rubber heels any day
  Put the green in your jeans and get the holes out ya halo
  Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin' smokes
  And sippin' yak and smokin' dank and tellin' jokes, haha
  Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have that
  I worked too hard for mine to let you take a dime
  No pain, no gain, no pocket change
  Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game
  Exercise yo' game main
  Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
  Exercise yo' game main
  Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and
  Exercise yo' game main
  Fertilize your grass, playa get yo' cash
  Exercise yo' game main
  Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines
  Have heart, have money, man, have heart, have money man
  Ya know
  I got next you wanna run with me homey
  (Yeap)
  Well, I don't need playas in the paint who can't do nuttin fo' me
  Show me, get down, nigga, we can make sumpim' happen
  (Right, yeah)
  I'm west coast, eastside east hood slum gangsta rappin'
  Niggaz say you want to be affiliated
  (Yeah)
  Well, let me warn you, I'm the kind of playa that's really hated
  I'm rated X like Malcolm
  E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like talcum
  You want to make money in the game, well, let me show you
  How to do for self 'cuz ain't nobody gon' do this for you
  Oh, you caught like lint, if you waitin' on the mystery God
  'Cuz ain't nobody gonna give you shit, you gotsta get up, off yo' ass
  And put yourself in heaven on earth, before you pass
  And exercise yo' game, exercise yo' game, fool
  Peep game from a young ass, rollin' on the one way
  Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash
  Monday through Sunday and all in-between
  I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green
  Ain't no busters or no suckers on my team or in my mattress
  Just call me the Pimp and you can call me the Rat
  Watch my feet hit the tracks it, ain't no lookin' back
  I'm on a mission tryin' to put my fuckin' click on the map
  But these niggaz don't know the half
  Runnin' with riff raff but I got some game for your bitch ass
  'Cuz your game is weaker than an anorexic
  I exercised my game until I had my game perfected
  I wrote the game on paper then I put the game on record
  You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it
  E X C E, R I S E, Y O G A, M E for 40 day
  Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game
  Exercise yo' game
  Have heart, have money main, have heart, have money, man
  Yaknow
  Exercise yo' game main
  Make your money grow don't you be no hoe low
  Exercise yo' game main
  Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and
  Exercise yo' game main
  Fertilize your grass, playa get that cash and
  Exercise yo' game main
  But you gotta make it last
  (Make it last)
  All day e'ry time
  Yeah
  E-40 and tha motherfuckin' Click
  That's right
  Yeah
  Crowbar, Barr 9
  Uh, huh
  40 Thevz
  That's right
  E'ry time, motherfucka
  In that ass
  Like Bugsy
  Yeah
  De massive
  Uh, huh
  We don't stop
  My nigga Kam
  We don't quit
  Goddamn
  Fuck a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A.
  Slide
  Motherfucka display
  All the way to Compton
  Yo' game orientate in situations
  Niggaz dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin'
  Oh yeah
  E'ry time motherfucka
  Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin' in fool
  This is what I do
  Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz, my nigga Kam, goddamn

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  Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood

  This record goes out to all you fake ass
  Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas
  Who forget their color, put on a suit an' tie
  An' escape from the ghetto an' 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 an' a lady is a ho'
  When anythin' goes for a little bit o'docey
  Shit get cooked by thugs an' 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 forget where you come from
  'Cos when you do that, you're done
  Remember your niggas an' bitches an' your Trojans
  An' take it to your pockets for some fitness
  When ya get it goin' an' ya got it goin' good
  Ya better bring back somethin' for da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood
  LA County, what's goin' on?
  1993, modern day Babylon
  Peace to the niggas from the street
  An' rest in peace to the others that's six feet deep
  Welcome to the fool an' he strikes when he's back
  An' the snake come around, go around an' get ape
  Top down, slipped on co-run, they none
  Every [Incomprehensible] ain't no fun
  Black cop, white cop
  Fuck the color of skin, make sure he shot
  Escape from a jail cell, split away from Hell
  An' all I want for Christmas is a glock an' some shells
  Billy Boy takes the pictures, [Incomprehensible]
  Five by seven on my switch, we got out early
  Taddle-tails get dropped an' they get got good
  So get this [Incomprehensible] for the hood
  Get that nigga fo da hood, motherfucker
  Get that nigga fo da hood
  Get that nigga fo da hood, motherfucker
  Get that nigga fo da hood
  Them niggas ain't playin', them niggas ain't playin'
  Them niggas ain't playin', them niggas ain't playin'
  What'cha gonna do when you get out of jail?
  Get that nigga fo da hood
  You must remember dis, if you're black an' you're rich
  When 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 an' hop-scotch
  [Incomprehensible] aggravation, there's no end to the situation
  'Cos niggas need a place to meet, a place to sleep
  A place to eat an' rest they feet
  But nobody really even gives a fuck
  That's why so many niggas is [Incomprehensible]
  You claimin' the hood but you don't back it up, fool
  An' when they catch ya ass, they gonna fuck you up
  So when you get it goin' an' ya got it goin' good
  You better bring back somethin' fo da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood, motherfucker
  Bring back somethin' fo da hood

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  Can-o-corn

  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
  'Cause all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
  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 mad group
  Of gangstas and hoodlums, but you can call 'em 'Scroops'
  Give me liberty or give me death
  'Cause a man without pride ain't got shit left
  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

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  For My Sistas

  Now, I didn't use the word 'Bitch' a few times in a rhyme
  But now it's '95 so let me drop a line
  This goes out to the young black queens
  On the neighborhood scene who haven't lost their dream
  I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love
  And to get where you go, ya got to push an' shove
  Around the way, girl, with hope in your heart
  Do his five in the purse an' five in the start
  She's the kinda woman you take home to momma
  The only kind you ever let get past the drama
  Coolio yo, know that you ain't no, hoe
  And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat
  Queen of the entire universe
  And you know how I know 'cause you were put here first
  An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya
  Accept my apologies for my brotha's
  My sista
  Give it up for my sistas, give it up for my sistas
  Give it up for my sistas, you're all I need
  Princess of the Nile, sweet black sexy child
  Ooh, I like your style
  First motha on the planet, I know it's gettin' scary
  And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet
  But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat
  And use your God given talents and abilities
  No matter where you from, ya get much respect
  From the top of your neck to your county check
  I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn
  Brick house with a face like Leena Horne
  I ain't no cap to save a hoe but I got your front
  An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want
  So when it's time to put it down, I won't be runnin'
  Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm
  No matter what ya do or where ya go
  Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio, yo
  My sista
  Give it up for my sistas, give it up for my sistas
  Give it up for my sistas, you're all I need
  Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips and the hips
  To make mice out of the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts
  Make a nigga sing a song all night long
  Til' his voice is gone with no music on
  You can be a busta on a hard ass low
  An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke
  And every time ya need I'll owe ya
  Gotta do is make a phone call
  'Cause when ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way
  With no hesitance an' any type of the leg
  I talk about my granny, Batana, an' Vanita
  Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha
  I got to give credit where credit is due
  An' all credit that is credited is credit to you
  I give praise to your ways an' for all my day
  Apologies much respect to the sons I raise
  My sista
  Give it up for my sistas, yeah, give it up for my sistas
  Come on and give it up for my sistas, you're all I need
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Give it up for my sistas, come on and give it up for my sistas
  Give it up for my sistas 'cause you're all I need
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Give it up for my sistas, come on and give it up for my sistas

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  Gangsta Paradise

  As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
  I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left
  Cause I've been blastin and laughin so long that
  Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
  But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
  Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
  You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
  Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
  I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
  As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
  I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
  On my knees in the night
  Sayin prayers in the street light
  *L.V.*
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paraside
  (repeat)
  Look at the situation, they got me facin
  I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
  So I gotta be down with the hood team
  Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams
  I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
  Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
  I'm a loc'ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
  And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool
  Death ain't nuthin but a heart beat away
  I'm livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
  I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo'?
  The way things is goin I dunno
  *L.V.*
  Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
  That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  Power and the money, money and the power
  Minute after minute, hour after hour
  Everybody's runnin, but half of them ain't lookin
  It's goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what's cookin
  They say I got ta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
  If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
  I guess they cain't -- I guess they won't
  I guess they frontin; that's why I know my life is outta luck, fool
  *L.V.*
  We've been spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  We keep spending most our lives
  Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
  (repeat)
  Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
  That the ones we hurt -- are you and me

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  Fantastic Voyageshow lyrics

  Fantastic Voyage

  Hey, come on, come along take a ride
  There's a party over there, that ain't no jive
  It's live, live, it's all the way live
  Don't even have to walk, don't even have to drive
  Just slide, slide, slippity slide
  Just forget about your troubles and your nine to five
  And just sang along, that's what you do, just sang along
  Now the groove's so funky, hey, what do you think?
  What is it called? It's called the lakeside strength
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  I'm the captain of this vessel
  We wanna take you on a cruise
  All around land, music is at hand
  Huh, we wanna play it for you
  You see
  (We want to be)
  We want to be
  (Your crew of entertainers)
  Jam to the music
  (Jam to the beat)
  Jam, yeah
  (Don't let nothing restrain you)
  We just want you to feel, nothing but pleasure
  (Pleasure)
  Musical pleasure
  (Yeah, yeah)
  Our music is very real
  (It's really real)
  Truly a treasure
  (A treasure)
  Musical treasure
  Come along, pack your bags
  Get on up and jam y'all
  Come on and ride on the funk, y'all
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  We're the directors of this crew ship
  And you are under our command, yeah
  What you should do is take a lesson too
  So you can understand
  You know
  (We like to see)
  People havin' a good time
  (Everybody happy)
  Do you wanna party?
  (We create the beat)
  That foot stompin' music
  (That keeps the people dancin')
  We just want you to feel
  (We just want you to feel)
  Nothing but pleasure, musical pleasure
  (Want you to feel)
  ?Cause music is a world of fantasy
  (It's a fantasy)
  Let's live it together
  (A pleasure)
  Musical pleasure
  Come along, pack your bags
  Get on up and jam y'all
  Come on and ride on the funk, now
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  Come along, ride the funk, hey bring it on
  (To the land of funk)
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  (Do you wanna ride with me?)
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
  (Do you wanna go? Ahh)
  To the land of funk, funk, funk
  To the land of funk, to the land of funk, to the land of funk
  If you're ready to party and you wanna get down
  Bring your Ma, your Pa, and Brother James Brown
  Bring Auntie Em and Toto too
  And all the party people to do their do
  We'll dance and party till the early light
  And say, ?Hey, we're feelin' alright?
  So come along, come on take a ride
  There's a party over there, that ain't no lie
  We're leavin' here in a cloud of smoke
  And th-th-that's all folks
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
  (Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go?
  Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go? Ahh)
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage

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  Fantastic Voyage (timber Mix)

  Hey, come on, come along take a ride
  There's a party over there, that ain't no jive
  It's live, live, it's all the way live
  Don't even have to walk, don't even have to drive
  Just slide, slide, slippity slide
  Just forget about your troubles and your nine to five
  And just sang along, that's what you do, just sang along
  Now the groove's so funky, hey, what do you think?
  What is it called? It's called the lakeside strength
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  I'm the captain of this vessel
  We wanna take you on a cruise
  All around land, music is at hand
  Huh, we wanna play it for you
  You see
  (We want to be)
  We want to be
  (Your crew of entertainers)
  Jam to the music
  (Jam to the beat)
  Jam, yeah
  (Don't let nothing restrain you)
  We just want you to feel, nothing but pleasure
  (Pleasure)
  Musical pleasure
  (Yeah, yeah)
  Our music is very real
  (It's really real)
  Truly a treasure
  (A treasure)
  Musical treasure
  Come along, pack your bags
  Get on up and jam y'all
  Come on and ride on the funk, y'all
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  We're the directors of this crew ship
  And you are under our command, yeah
  What you should do is take a lesson too
  So you can understand
  You know
  (We like to see)
  People havin' a good time
  (Everybody happy)
  Do you wanna party?
  (We create the beat)
  That foot stompin' music
  (That keeps the people dancin')
  We just want you to feel
  (We just want you to feel)
  Nothing but pleasure, musical pleasure
  (Want you to feel)
  ?Cause music is a world of fantasy
  (It's a fantasy)
  Let's live it together
  (A pleasure)
  Musical pleasure
  Come along, pack your bags
  Get on up and jam y'all
  Come on and ride on the funk, now
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  Come along, ride the funk, hey bring it on
  (To the land of funk)
  (Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage)
  (Do you wanna ride with me?)
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
  (Do you wanna go? Ahh)
  To the land of funk, funk, funk
  To the land of funk, to the land of funk, to the land of funk
  If you're ready to party and you wanna get down
  Bring your Ma, your Pa, and Brother James Brown
  Bring Auntie Em and Toto too
  And all the party people to do their do
  We'll dance and party till the early light
  And say, ?Hey, we're feelin' alright?
  So come along, come on take a ride
  There's a party over there, that ain't no lie
  We're leavin' here in a cloud of smoke
  And th-th-that's all folks
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
  (Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go?
  Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go? Ahh)
  Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage

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  C U When U Get Thereshow lyrics

  C U When U Get There

  Verse 1: 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 locin' but you're brokin'
  let me get you open
  now little Timmy got his diploma and
  little Jimmy got life
  and Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
  the other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
  and when the other homies heard about it they thought that it wasfunny
  but who's the dummy
  Cuz, 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
  coz my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dustas
  and just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more
  I guess that's just the way it goes
  I ain't tryina preach
  I believe I can reach
  but your mind ain't prepared
  I'll C U when you get there
  Chorus:
  I'll see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  I'll see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  Verse 2: Lek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)
  More temptation and faith
  I guess we livin' for the day
  I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an AK
  the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
  I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business
  coz it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
  so you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin'
  life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse
  someone's gotta run a little faster cuz we gotta lay the struggle
  I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
  and if everybody's a sinner then everybody could ba a winner
  no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers
  and regardless of the time somebody up 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:
  I'll see you when you get there
  see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  I'll see you when you get there
  see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  Verse 3: PS (of 40 Thevz)
  You need to loosen up
  and live a little
  and if you got kids let them know how you 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 times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
  and if you fell you're out the game then you need to get back in it
  coz 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:
  I'll see you when you get there
  see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  when you ever get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  I'll see you when you get there
  see you when you get there
  if you ever get there
  if you ever get there
  see you when you get there
  (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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  See You When I Get There

  Now I've seen places and facesAnd things you ain't never thought about thinkingIf you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin'Pretending not to lockin' but you're brokin'Let me get you open nowLittle Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got lifeAnd Tamikra around the cornerJust took her first hit off The pipeThe other homie shot the other homieAnd ran away with his moneyAnd when the other homies heard about itThey thought it was funny but who's the dummyNow you done lost the hustlerA down-ass brother got replaced by a busterAnd though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust youCoz my crew is rollin' home and your crew is rollin' dustaAnd just because of that you act you don't like the brotherNo more, uh, I guess that's just the way it goesI ain't tryina preach, I believe I can reachBut your mind ain't prepared, I see you when you get there1-I'll see you when you get there If you ever get there, see you when you get there I'll see you when you get there if you ever get there See you when you get thereMore temptation and faithI guess we livin' for the dayI seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AKthe situation so twisted everybody gettin liftedI'm just tryin to take care of my kidsAnd handle my business coz it way too seriousSo you gotta pay close attentionSo 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 horseSomeone's gotta run a little fasterCoz we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrenderWhen I know I can be a contenderAnd if everybody's a contender then everybody could beA winner, no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothersand regardless of the time somebody else still love usI'm a scuff and strugle y'all breathless and weakI just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peakalways keep reaching sure to grab on to somethingI'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin'(repeat 1, 1)Verse 3: PS (40 Thevz)You need to loosen up and live a littleand if they got kids let them know how you feelin'for your own sake give a littleoh, you don't want to hear thatyou busy tryina stackand keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your ownthe realist homies got you but you known them longestbut some ain't missing a good thing until it's gonecould have built an empire if not for the jelousy that you righteouswe prefare to keep our eyes shut to describe whenit's something wrong and we desireso hold your head up high if your poor and righteousuntil time seems rightthe problems seem endlessput the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves togetherand if you feel you're obligated then you need to get back in itcoz nothing worse than a quitteryou gotta face responsibility one day, my brotherso gather up your pity and turn it to ambitionand put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side(rpt 1, 1)As we walk down the road of our destinyand the times when there was a thewe got one push to give and one life to livestand up for something or lie down in your gamelisten to the song that we singit's up to you to make it bigI guess I'll see you when you see me(rpt 1, 1...)sallysally@usa.net

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  Mary Jane (I'm In Love With)

  she's my inspiration
  my part time occupation
  the catalyst and my consumation
  in my quest for education
  no one could ever take her place and
  no assimilation, so save you false accusations
  i accept no imitations
  so that's the situation without further hesitation
  let me continue my demonstration
  for the congregation
  to break it down for all y'all simple and plain
  i got a love for a girl named mary jane
  chorus:
  whatcha know about mary jane?
  how ya'll feel about mary jane
  ya'll don't know about mary jane
  'cause she's my main thing
  whatcha know about mary jane?
  how ya'll feel about mary jane
  ya'll don't know about mary jane
  she makes my heart sing
  as i walk around the edges of my mind
  in an attempt to contemplate
  what it really is that makes me tick
  I'm reminded of emotions that saturate
  my thoughts like sunshine
  it always ain't the first time
  that i'm feelin' this, feelin that
  i'm feelin' that
  they don't know about my baby
  and the healing power
  it makes a strong man stronger
  and a crazy man sing
  i'm talkin about mary jane
  mary's potent, see, yes it opens me
  and makes me see things in a way
  i'd never thought i'd see
  mary ease pain
  and mary never complains
  mary jane penetrates the brain
  y'know what i'm sayin'
  chorus
  i'm not the first
  and i probably won't be the last
  i ain't mad at mary 'cause
  mary always makes me laugh
  mary brings light to the darkness
  let me spark one up quickly
  before they come and get me
  don't listen to what they say 'cause
  mary never contrary
  mary mary very
  nececessary extraordinary
  me and mary to the mortuary
  just one kiss on her sweet lips
  and i become a visionary
  mary never the same
  mary don't change
  mary make a man walk a mile in the rain
  mary mary never temporary
  she's my sanctuary
  and when the love comes down
  i'm the beneficiary
  some say if it's this good
  then it must be wrong
  but mary makes me feel so good
  'cause mary lasts so long
  mary mary got no secondary
  sweeter than a cherry
  blackberry, or a strawberry
  without mary, life ain't complete
  'cause mary don't lie, mary don't steal
  and mary don't cheat
  let me break it down for all y'all
  simple and plain
  i've got a love for a girl named mary jane
  chorus
  i'm in love with with mary jane
  i'm not the only one
  mary likes to play around
  i let her have her fun
  she's not the kind of girl
  that you can just tie down
  mary likes to spread her love
  and turn my head around
  i'm in love with mary jane
  she's my main thing
  she makes me feel alright
  makes my heart sing
  and when i'm feelin' low
  it comes as no surprise
  turns me on with her love
  takes me to paradise
  do you love me, mary jane?

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  Ugly Bitches

  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.

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  Shake It Up

  [Chorus 1]
  We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday
  We blowing up Wednesday and Thursday
  She shake it up Friday and Saturday
  I beat it up all day on Sunday
  [Verse 1]
  It was on the very first time that I met her
  That leather was fittin that ass and that skin tight sweater
  Was curvin around that body and I painted a picture
  In my mind I wrote a letter bout us getting together
  Green eyes dark hair honey brown complextion
  I was rollin in a bucket she was rollin a lexus
  I sweat it now we can do the damn thang if she wanna
  If she don't I'm just satisfied with bendin some cornas
  Drink coronas just as long as she don't leave me alona
  I can name fifty niggas now that wanted to bone her
  But they didn't I'm happy bout the place that im sittin
  Didn't buy shit my name is still on her kitten
  Written in platinum she don't just love me for rappin and actin
  She love my mind the way I'm dippin in matchin
  My blackness, her reactions are like fatal attractions
  she jackin and blastin and ridin for the man that shes rackin
  [Chorus 2]
  We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday
  We blowin up Wednesday and Thursday
  She shake it up Friday and Saturday
  I beat it up all day on Sunday
  So shake it up (shake it up)
  Do yo thang little mamma shake it up (shake it up)
  Bend over touch yo toes and shake it up (shake it up)
  I like the way you move now shake it up (shake it up)
  Just shake shake shake shake shake (shake)
  [Verse 2]
  She my main squeeze only thing maintained
  Sometime tha that shit I be sayin she the only one that understand
  She my boo my freak i know that I'm her main man
  So fuck these hos and bullshit niggas with these same games
  I let my chain hang and still claim the same thang
  And even when she don't love me I'm the same main
  Nigga that she call when she need somebody to talk to
  Hit her from the back eat and walk wit her
  She got a lot to offer look what she brought with her
  She got brains and taps that leave niggas that start wit her
  She don't care about houses cars sex and bling bling
  Even though nine and half inches is a big thang
  She aint the type that be creepin and sleepin and jumpin in other niggas jeepin
  When im outta town on business
  When im on a mission to put us in a position
  Where we don't have to do nothin but show the love and kick it listen
  [Chorus 1]

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  Smokin' Stix

  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

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  Highlites: The Collectionshow lyrics

  Highlites: The Collection

  Verse One:
  It's time to take you to its full potential
  Peep this
  and drop some game on the instrumental and
  it's a symptom that you listen close and better tell your folks
  let the locest loc
  first things first since your date of birth
  you've been kinda confused about what your life is worth
  50 million times don't wait and go
  you gotta take control
  those fools don't want to be home
  you can do anything that you want to do
  all you got to do is to put your brain into it
  take your time and educate your mind
  in the long run I'm sure you're fine
  if you walk the walk you can talk the talk
  but don't wait too long coz life is short
  and remember, nomatter what they tellin' you
  if you try, you can be a winner too
  Chorus (L.V.):
  Keep on pushing
  moving on up
  everybody we're moving on up
  moving on up
  you're a winner
  you gotta keep pushing
  moving on up
  everybody we're moving on up
  moving on up
  you're a winner
  Verse Two:
  Everybody rides with the women boys and girls
  each one teach one but we can't save the world
  all at one day you could take it play by play
  and once you're on the path
  don't you ever go this way
  if your leader wants to holla but you can't make him plead
  you can give a man some wizdom but you can't make him man feel
  coz
  stichin time says nine
  dirty bird gets the worm
  but all you can think about is gettin attention for your firm
  if knowledge is power and power is knowledge, then
  how so many idiots be graduating from colleges
  better the B-side than the be gotted fool
  than to speakin to move all out
  you know what I'm talking about
  when opportunity knocks you better let him in and sit him on down
  and try to be his friend
  in order to be a professional first you got to be a beginner
  but if you keep on pushing you can be a winner
  Chorus
  Verse Three:
  Red yellow black white or brown
  if every mind their business we can all get down
  it all starts and on
  coz once they're grown they're gone
  and once they're on their own their own
  you got to leave them alone
  be a leader and if you can't be a leader
  make sure your leader is a damn good teacher and
  imagine if you was in a car and your life was wasted
  somebody was on your back and you had to give him some space
  put the better to the matter where it match at low
  but make sure you stay in your lane
  and go strof to strof
  we don't need no penaltys or eliminations
  or disqualifications
  what we need is penetrations
  now what you heard before but sometimes life is what you make it
  I ain't the one thats known for fakin or perpetratin
  if Albert was an Einstein
  and Phillis was a Diller
  and Michael Jackson was a thriller
  then you could be a winner
  Chorus extended
  Fade out,

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  Mama I'm In Love Wit A Gangsta

  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 through
  Keep cryin' an' 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
  An' 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'm behind these bars an' it's burnin' like nitro
  I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
  Aw, shit, there the lights go
  {Hello}
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
  Hey baby, what's happenin', honey?
  How you doin'? I miss you
  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
  An' when you get out, you'll jack
  An' probably go right the fuck back
  Damn, the pressure's gettin' hot an' heavy
  An' yeah, I'm gettin' sweated by your homey
  In the blue an' white Chevy
  But now he's got a condo an' a brand new Lexus
  Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
  The ends don't justify the means
  An' 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 doesn't need a friend
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
  {Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio
  If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now}
  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
  An' 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 from that 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 an' 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 check
  Give a nigga a look an' put somethin' on my books, peace
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
  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
  An' 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 an' two doves
  Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  An' I know he's a killer but I love dat nigga
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  Mama, I'm in love wit a gangsta
  An' I know he's a killer

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  Introshow lyrics

  Intro

  *The sound of rain falling and a devil like voice laughing*
  A man is heard running and breathing fast
  Scared Man: Damn! Wha...
  The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds
  terrified. The devil's laughing is getting much louder
  There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying
  to hide and everything is in his way
  Scared Man: What you want man? What you want from me?
  Devil: Your soul!

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  Knight Fallshow lyrics

  Knight Fall

  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 more 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 want to 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
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's 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 it 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
  Descendant 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 the pool like shark bait
  Feel my pulse race, abnormal 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 over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  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 your gristle
  Won't 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'
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like
  Somebody's comin' to get me
  When night falls over the city
  Gotta be ready 'cause it feels like

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  Rollin' With My Homies

  Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
  The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
  Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
  ... on the beach, daddy dippin'
  I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun
  Then I bust a left for the 121
  Pull it into park and lay it on the grass
  I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass
  Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear
  Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here
  I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin'
  Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission
  You can be Blood, or you can see Cryppin' fool
  But I ain't trippin'
  My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright,
  But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night
  chorus:
  Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah)
  sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright)
  Yak all night...
  Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah)
  sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the CBT, and it's alright)
  Yak all night...
  Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper
  It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbour
  Night time is the right time... a-DYNAMITE!!
  We're gonna have a good time
  I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass
  Pop in the tape and a match
  West when I fly I take the exit o'...
  And guess what I saw
  Two fools at the light, they stared me up
  But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "Wassup?"
  And even though I really don't want no trouble
  I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble
  I don't really wanna hurt nobody
  So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party
  I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
  Pass me the cup so we can get twisted
  -chorus-
  [L.V:]
  I'm rollin with my homies, yeah...
  'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah...
  I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent
  And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent
  There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front
  So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump
  Here comes one now, she's on the tip
  She says she likes the way my woofers kick
  But I don't fall in love with every girl I see
  So I pass up two and go straight to three
  She got a ass like the back of a bus, cuz
  And that's why I say...
  I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point
  Wassup? Do you wanna kick it or what?
  I ain't got time to be frontin', I ain't talkin' 'bout nuttin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin'
  If you're fine and you won't front
  I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up.
  -repeat chorus twice-
  [L.V:]
  Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'
  Yes I'm rollin' with my homies
  Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin',
  Rollin' with my homies... ooohhh....
  [etc.]

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  I'm Seein' Bodiez In The Alley & Blood In The Valley

  Coolio: what up fow?
  -ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you?
  C: try'n to get my hustles on, you know how it is
  (right, right)
  -what you doin' nowadays?
  C: hustlin', what you doin'?
  -school, man. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man.
  C: right, well go then...hehe you know what I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to
  Make money.
  [gunshots]
  C: ah shit, damn there it goes, ah shit!
  - see there man, that's what I'm tryin' to do, get up out this
  Muthafucka,serious
  Man.i'm fed up with this shit. nigger set trippin', I ain't even
  Banging.
  C: what
  -you know what I'm sayin'? drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas steelin' my
  Shit, crackheads. I'm tired of this shit.
  C: that's how it is around here though, man. you've been livin' around
  Here though man.
  - right, right but I'm tired of it.
  C: right,i here you, man.you know sumthin' though?
  - what's up man?
  C: as much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka.
  - right.
  C: that's how the ghetto is, man.
  -you're right.

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  The Devil Is Dope

  Verse 1:
  If you free your mind your ass has got to
  But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies
  go through
  Searchin' for answers without no questions
  You thought it could never happen to you and your crew but y'all was
  no exception
  It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks)
  But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
  Imagine this you got no family you got no ends
  You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
  You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
  And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
  Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's true
  Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just
  like you
  So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
  Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
  You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
  Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
  Chorus:
  The devil is dope (Dope)
  Out of control
  The devil is dope
  The devil is dope
  Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah)
  The devil is dope
  Verse 2:
  Things seen only imagined and in dreams
  Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
  Cause the dosage wasn't right
  Now his chest is gettin' tight
  And everything is goin' black
  But it's the middle of the day, figure that
  But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!)
  And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!)
  Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
  So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
  And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (Tic
  Tac's!)
  And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did
  that
  And all money ain't good money
  But everybody want the cream and honey
  Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (Yeah!)
  But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
  From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
  As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
  It's like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope
  Chorus
  Verse 3:
  Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
  You move your sales from motel to hotel
  Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
  Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
  And it's your task to try to make a meal ticket
  So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!)
  You's a victim and since you got your own mind
  It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
  Choose your weapon cause your first impression
  Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
  If you still blind and you can't see
  You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC
  (Don't run!)
  And remember what I told you
  Remember who brought a soldier
  I wanna wake you up like Sega
  consume large amounts of dank-a
  Man overboard
  Beware of the underlords
  Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!)
  Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there

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  Money (Dollar Bill, Y'all)show lyrics

  Money (Dollar Bill, Y'all)

  Money is your home on the range
  Money puts the weapon in the stock exchange
  Ya make money on your 9 to 5
  uhh to earn your livin so you survive
  It takes money to pay your rent and to eat
  Without money your home be on the street
  So you steal some money and got to jail uhh
  and then you turn around and need sumtin for bail
  When you need twenty cents to call your lawyer
  to plead innocence and say they never saw ya
  But before ya ya lawyer a-get you free
  He asks how will you pay his fee?
  But you have no money, you're in a jam
  Your lawyer don't give a damn, watch the cell doors slam
  It takes money money (money money)
  Cash, money money (money moneyyy) to the bill
  It takes money money (money money), that's right
  Cash, money money, for real
  Hook:
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
  Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
  Make the homies rob and steal, kid for real y'all
  It takes money to buy that TV set
  It takes money to place that casino bet
  It takes money to buy that radio
  and money for gas so your car will go
  It takes money for you to buy a house
  It takes money for a trap to catch a mouse
  It takes money to take a vacation trip
  a cruise around the world on a pleasure ship
  It takes money to get interest from the bank
  It takes money for a homey to buy your tape
  It takes money to pay for your doctor bill
  and your psychiatrist if you're actin ill
  It takes money for a king to have a queen
  It takes money for the king to buy her ring
  It takes money for a castle when the king is crowned
  cos money what make the world go round
  It takes money money (money money)
  Cash, money money (money moneyyy), that's right
  It takes money money a-to the bill
  A-to the B-I-double L, BILL for real
  Hook
  Well if ya got kids a-then you know
  the more you spend the more they grow
  They go from two to four in a row
  but don't think that the growin is thru cos you'se a fool
  They go from four to six and what they bear
  they have you spendin all your money like a millionaire
  They go from eight to nine and then to ten
  Your baby got'cha spendin money again
  Wit'cha money now gone your rent is due
  and now your landlord is houndin you
  But you go to lay down and rest your head
  but the bill collector done took your bed
  And when you got twentys and fives and tens
  then sometimes you got friends
  But when you only got pennys, nickels and dimes
  then you only got friends some of the time
  So you make a million dollars to pay a tax
  to keep the IRS off your back
  Uncle Sam got his and I got mine
  and now I got friends all o' the time
  It takes money money, uhh (money money)
  Cash, money money (money moneyyy), that's right
  It takes money money (money money)
  Cash, money money, a-to the bill
  A-to B-I-double L, BILL for real
  Uhh
  Hook

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  Dramashow lyrics

  Drama

  ["so much drama in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]
  Verse one: ras kass
  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
  Chorus

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  I Breaks 'em Off

  Verse 1:
  Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
  So stay back far
  You better understand who the macks are
  A brand new invention is my intention
  Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
  Ain't no tension
  If I forgot to mention
  I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission
  I got it all figured out like Columbo
  I'll drop you like Dumbo
  Your album is weak, and so is your video
  Or should I say wackeo
  Your girl is a tacky hoe
  Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio
  It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
  Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
  I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss
  And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross
  You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss
  So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
  Chorus, Repeat 3X:
  I break 'em off
  I break 'em all off
  Verse 2:
  I got to keep on the real
  With my hands on the steel
  Cause we all understand we got to die one day
  But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top
  And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
  I'm protected by the tech
  And the teflon vest
  And we earn that respect
  Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record
  And everybody check it, cause I never been affected
  By what they say
  It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears
  For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers
  So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
  I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass
  So feel the affect of the wine and funk
  But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk
  City to alley to valley hood and block
  You know I got the sound to break 'em off
  Chorus, Repeat 7X:
  I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi
  I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye
  Watch me do this
  You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
  My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
  Sea Hag don't never tempt me
  Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
  I can do the rope-a-dope
  And steal a base like Davey Lopes
  And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope
  So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
  See, if you can endure
  The pressure that's put on your
  But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
  That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk
  It's time to seperate the real from the fake
  You shaky like Jake
  And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate
  Check the Times and the Post
  This is straight west coast
  And when I break it off you know it's broke
  Chorus, Repeat 7.5 times
  This is straight west coast!

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  Let's Do Itshow lyrics

  Let's Do It

  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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  My Soulshow lyrics

  My Soul

  Why you wanna make me cry?
  Aren't you tired of disappointing me?
  Don't you know that I deserve better than you ever gave to me?
  You know it's just the way I give, you take, baby
  Every time I'm up then you come around and you try to bring me down
  (My soul)
  Keeps on telling me that I've gotta let you go
  (My soul)
  And with all your lies boy, you've tainted everything
  My soul, I've gotta let you go, 'cause I know you're poisoning my soul
  And everything you promised me, I know it could never be
  Remember when you gave me strength
  Baby, now you only make me weak
  I pray somehow that I can break
  The spell you put on me
  Every time I'm up then you come around and you try to bring me down
  (My soul)
  Keeps on telling me that I've gotta let you go
  (My soul)
  And with all your lies boy, you've tainted everything
  My soul, I've gotta let you go, 'cause I know you're poisoning my soul
  And everything you promised me, I know it could never be
  (I know It could never be)
  Every everything you promised me
  (Promised me)
  I know it could never be
  (I can't live without you, I can't live without you
  I can't live without your love)
  You keep telling me and when you come around
  I just break on down

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  Ooh La La

  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 and we can do it on the pool table
  Your look so tender
  Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender?
  'Cuz ain't nothin' but freakin, I can keep it all day, all weekend
  And have you tweekin', I be, 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
  'Cuz that's how it is in the CPT
  Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
  (Woo, woo)
  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?
  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, you got a body like a
  So, I put's 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, I hope you think of me
  Whenever you need some, we like two in a million
  Don't fight the feelin'
  You ain't dealin' with no rookie
  Yes I got a lot of 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
  Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
  (Woo, woo)
  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?
  What's up on some lovin', baby?
  We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy
  What's up on some lovin', baby?
  Don't you wanna roll with me?
  You and me can cream
  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, 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
  You can lay me on the and me up
  Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up
  Dig your 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 my body with cream
  Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss
  'Cuz you know it don't get no better than this, that's right
  Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
  (Woo, woo)
  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?
  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
  What's up on some lovin', baby?
  We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy
  What's up on some lovin', baby?
  Don't you wanna roll with me?
  You and me can cream
  What's up on some lovin', baby?
  We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy

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  Ghetto Cartoonshow lyrics

  Ghetto Cartoon

  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 east side spots
  Known to hit a five from a mile with a glock
  Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
  One day he smoked a stick, and came up with a plan
  Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
  And gave 'em 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
  Have yo ass a seat, and listen to the funk
  First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto
  Huey and Dewy and Louie with a Uzi
  Shot down Mickey Mouse main ho 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 drive by
  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-Fudd sellin' Bud on the motherfuckin' corner
  The future's lookin' shitty in Fuck City
  So they called in the Feds, Beetlejuice and Miss Piggy
  Niggas on the street, know 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 Dewy 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
  Pulled a glock on Beetlejuice, but 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

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  Geto Highlitesshow lyrics

  Geto Highlites

  What you gonna play now
  Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
  Every geto got a different name, but they all the same
  So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game
  We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell crack
  Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact
  'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas love
  Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas and thugs
  To unwrap the strap [Incomprehensible] what
  The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck
  And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live
  The little homie be gettin' out on account
  This time he might get stuck attempted
  One eight seven and he's a minor with pride
  So the D A want him tried as an adult
  The big homey just had a son, no joking
  I think his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke
  And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy
  And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J. defense
  To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras
  Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress
  Niggas, who got warrants out for their arrest
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
  Dead cats in the street playing craps
  Niggas, catchin' dice with they feet
  Think they got the funk, that one fool got stoked out
  'Cause he's a mark with a gun
  The nosy bitch up the street called 911, now
  One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
  Liscence and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"
  Niggas, can't have shit
  We got dogs that rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California
  Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
  Your little brother plays Pop Warner
  Darks raided the dope spot
  Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok
  And I ain't forgot about the homey, Lano
  He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties, oh
  I heard the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state
  He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8
  Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear what he's sayin' loc
  Sometimes it's just like that in the hood
  Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the name
  That's right, you know that's right
  To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
  The house parties that's gonna always get shot up
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  To the negros, real to stop the violence
  All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  The nigger with all sixteen switches sitting ODs
  Who got jacked, he tried to pull out his gat
  Pulling sex in through his back
  Now his momma, ain't all black
  And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
  They carried their dead homey to his grave
  Pour out a little liquor
  Homegirl, down the street with the green eyes
  And big titties is getting thicker
  Neighborhood clubs beat him up
  And crackheads be selling TV's and VCR's
  For forty bucks, so what's up
  Yesterday the homey committed a bank caper
  Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper
  His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike
  While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
  The little homey just tripped and stripped
  Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right
  O.G's joining the nation and it's all good
  Big G's is retaliating 'cause they enemies are crossed out the hood
  Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks
  Dopedealers who serve liquor, pieces for sex
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  Young niggas going to school to be a doctor
  Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank
  Rollin OD's and then appear for robbing banks
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  This is just a little something for my nigga
  That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
  Be your own good ride, right, right
  These are the geto highlites
  Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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  On My Way To Harlem

  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
  Now it's time to step into the light
  Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a 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
  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
  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'

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  Nature Of The Business

  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
  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 excuse 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
  (Right)
  Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna
  Now call your crew 'cause we got work to do
  It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
  And then snake eyes are crafted and we shit outta luck
  (It's the roll of the dice)
  (That you can't afford to lose)
  But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon' come up
  With thousands in the Seiko's Dane's and fat pocketbooks
  (It's the nature of the business)
  (It's the smugglers who lose)
  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
  Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a mattress
  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
  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
  (It's the roll of the dice)
  (That you can't afford to lose)
  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
  (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
  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 their 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
  Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin' wrong
  (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
  That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
  Sometimes you rise high and sometimes you sink low
  (It's the roll of the dice)
  (That you can't afford to lose)
  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
  (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

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  Life?

  Intro: yo, I'm gonna talk to you about life for a minute (coolio)
  Verse 1: I'm going to a chain 'cause it ain't the same
  I remain no geak, life's just to play the game
  trying to brake this chain off my brain so I can gangsta change
  swinging with your things out without a name
  a stranger is too much too beat but I ain't scared
  I pray to god, hope he wont send me to the devils land
  I hope that's not in heaven, trying to get my stand out
  hope my hopes and dreams dont burn in flames, but I'm aware
  a life ain't promised, trying to avoid the drama
  and live up the expectations for my dear old mama
  inside there's also a fool, inside the court building
  make a million maybe a billion we can save for our childeren
  face to face we trying to escape that but it's too late
  so I grab the world and hope I dont have to wait, to get my strike
  I've seen the life and all the pain and suffer
  so I put my name in the book
  Chorus: life x4 (what life) that's life life life (that's life)
  Verse 2: ok now, here's the situation
  I was raised in a good nation and given a formal education
  my brothers and me lived in a fucked up area
  where the innocent life is shitty, lot of grey steam, it's a pitty
  when you look over the steam you can miss me
  go ahead and talk but if you diss me
  they have to come and get me
  they wanna pimp me from my sin
  pretend they're down but they're against me
  think I touch everyone's heart untill it's empty
  take my chance as a possibility, no touchdown for a century
  regreting me, feeling me, that's why I'm waiting in the bushes
  if I dont than I delicate this to all pussies
  put yourself in my position, you dont know what you listen
  in these conditions most likely a body comes up missing
  when the lights come off, when you run away like mice
  than think twice if you dont hear your name from the book
  Chorus: life x4 (what life) that's life life life (that's life)
  Verse 3: can you handle friends, no my life is driving me insane
  but I'm a man, so I remain steady, cought up in the game
  make a deal with dicky jane for a little change
  run from your home, banging with your things out
  tripping on everybody, cousin get your thing out, we're ready to roll
  when it comes to, show no fear when they hunt you
  if you have to use gun foo, they ask for the one-two
  everything but the kids n'sync, act quickly dont think
  dont sink to the level then you gonna leave with the devil
  be quick in the race and try to keep a straight face
  and just when there's a new song I feel like I dont belong in this place
  hip hop is my proffesion, so I gotta keep on guessing
  make it black and white lack another in my session
  coming from the west, microphone is my blessing
  so I'm testing, check it, I'm talking about life, that life
  Chorus x2: life x4 (what life) that's life life life (that's life)
  Outro: I'm just trying to live my life, you try to live your life
  you want me to smack your face, give me my space
  it's all about style, I know you got style, life is all about it

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  Hit Em

  It has come to my understanding that
  There are those who'd question my skillz and abilities
  Since it is thus, I must release it myself
  Forth with be thou reprimanded, hit 'em
  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 disappear like Dorothy and Toto
  You're trippin' on me because your girl want my photo
  Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe
  Fools get careened when they steps into my dojo
  It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin' herbs on the voco'
  I deliver hits like my name was Fuji Moto
  Platinum and gold, all the way to Acalpuco
  To all rappers international, domestic and local
  Step to the fo, 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
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em
  I'm stickin' niggaz like Mexican's in penitentiaries
  The niggaz is flinchin', see everytime the homies mention me
  Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal entry
  Can't injure me, my momma fucked the Unibomber
  That's why I'm blowin' shit to smithereens
  I'm like the nigga flying guillotine
  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, crowbar eatin' niggaz up like Edy, I mean
  It's time we started servin' niggaz like they was dope fiends
  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
  I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary
  My prom night, I was fuckin' Carrie, had her screamin', "Bloody Mary"
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em
  Ay, wait, wait, wait, wait
  It ain't ova, I burn like a nova
  It's the all see Mona like motherfuckin' Yoda
  I rock like baking soda from Compton to Dakota
  When I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda
  So grab your hoe and see if you can 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 upon your metaphors
  It's the forty musketeer, 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
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, hit 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
  Rrrr, hit 'em, hit 'em

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  It's All The Way Live

  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  If you wanna party
  Come on in and party hearty
  When the people get together
  And don't care about the weather
  We're proud to say, "Welcome to the party"
  (Yeah)
  It's all the way live
  (Sho 'nuff)
  It's all the way live
  (Whoa, whoa, tell the people)
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ooh)
  It's all the way live
  (All you got to do is boogie)
  Dance, clap your hands
  All you wanna do is boogie
  Bad woman
  Havin' fun
  So, so fine, those ladies
  Doin' moves that drives us fellas crazy
  When the music's quite together
  And you know there is none better
  To even get a seat, we have to be here early, come on
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (Whoa, whoa, tell the people)
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ooh)
  It's all the way live
  (All you got to do is boogie)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Huh, it?s live, it's all the way live
  (It?s all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Again
  Dance, clap your hands
  All you wanna do is boogie
  When the music's in the groove
  And it makes you wanna move
  Everybody get on up
  When the sound begins to groove
  And your feet begin to move
  With Lakeside you're groovin' at the party
  (Party)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (Yeah, tell the people)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (All the way)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (When the people get together)
  (And don't care about the weather)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (When the sounds begin to groove)
  (And your feet begin to move)
  It's all the way live
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
  It's all the way live

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  I Remembershow lyrics

  I Remember

  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
  I remember, oh, When we used to hang
  (I remember)
  On the porch, drinkin' brew and now they drive-by
  (Bay-bee)
  I remember, oh, when we used to play
  (I remember)
  Shoot-em-up, up and down
  But now they gang-bang
  (Bay-bee)
  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 drive by Billy
  Little black boy from the East
  Forced to be a killer but I can still remember
  I remember, oh, when we used to play
  (I remember)
  Domino, on the porch but now they drive-by
  (Bay-bee)
  I remember, oh, when we used to have
  (I remember)
  Army fights, in the smog but now they gang-bang
  (Bay-bee)
  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, ha, ha, ha, ha
  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
  I remember, oh, When we used to hang
  (I remember)
  On the porch, drinkin' brew and now they drive-by
  (Bay-bee)
  I remember, oh, when we used to play
  (I remember)
  Shoot-em-up, up and down
  But now they gang-bang
  (Bay-bee)
  Oh, my life, no, no, I do remember, oh
  I know you do, I remember yesterday
  I remember when we played
  I remember yesterday, aow
  I remember Hell, when we used to play
  In ghetto blocks through the dark
  I remember, yeah, yeah, yeah
  We used to play dominoes all night long
  Dominoes all night long, yesterday, yesterday
  Do you remember yesterday? I remember yesterday

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  1-2-3-4 (sumpin' New)

  Faith, it looks familiar
  The walls, drop a portrait of my past
  And the hands of God they cry
  As every second of the hour goes by
  And the wheels kept pushing me
  And the wheels have come to take me alive
  The wheels behind me I'm told
  Bring me away to something I cannot hold
  Fadin' to find me but before that
  I'll fade away, changing
  Life, it's not so simple
  Nature, wishing we'll not sever the law
  Save my child life
  I couldn't have done much better than before
  And the wheels kept pushing me
  And the wheels have come to take me alive
  The wheels behind me I'm told
  Bring me away to something I cannot hold
  Fadin' to find me, but before that
  I'll fade away, changing
  The hands of God they cry
  As every second of the hour goes by
  And the wheels kept pushing me
  And the wheels have come to take me alive
  The wheels behind me I'm told
  Bring me away to something I cannot hold
  Fadin' to find me, but before that
  I'll fade away, changing
  Changing
  Changing

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  Hand On My Nutsac

  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
  Fuck around and getcha holdin' that jar, Cool
  Yep, that's me on the motherfuckin' 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, time
  I got more flavor than a truck load of Snickers
  Ya punch her by the straps, ya got to kick her, fuck it
  That's how it go when ya dealin' with a proper
  Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
  Coolio locc and I'm down to 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 the scripts and it's the dips when I rips
  And rock the fuckin' house for the Bloods and Crips
  Danger, danger, ol' gangsta, gangsta
  Droppin dogs on the
  40 Thevz and the band with a 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 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 'cause 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
  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 deathly
  Now I gotta treat ya like a sucka
  'Cause you're soft like butter, you punk motherfucker
  Coolio but you can call me Boo
  I drop da shit on ya lyrics 'cause ya rhyme style is doo-doo
  Ass, feces, you don't wanna see me
  With a flashlight 'cause I serve that ass
  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 dift?
  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
  'Cause 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 'cause I'm hip to ya game
  Hoes be actin' like they love me but they only wanna fuck me
  And suck me but don't touch me
  Back up off me hooker 'cause I won't be taken
  Go find you another motherfucker, you can break it
  I gots to 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 'cause 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
  I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na
  I got my hand on my nutsac, na na na na na na

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  The Greatest Hits and Remixes

  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  If you wanna party
  Come on in and party hearty
  When the people get together
  And don't care about the weather
  We're proud to say, "Welcome to the party"
  (Yeah)
  It's all the way live
  (Sho 'nuff)
  It's all the way live
  (Whoa, whoa, tell the people)
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ooh)
  It's all the way live
  (All you got to do is boogie)
  Dance, clap your hands
  All you wanna do is boogie
  Bad woman
  Havin' fun
  So, so fine, those ladies
  Doin' moves that drives us fellas crazy
  When the music's quite together
  And you know there is none better
  To even get a seat, we have to be here early, come on
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (Whoa, whoa, tell the people)
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ooh)
  It's all the way live
  (All you got to do is boogie)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Huh, it?s live, it's all the way live
  (It?s all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Huh, it's live, it's all the way live
  (It's all the way)
  (All the way live)
  Huh
  Again
  Dance, clap your hands
  All you wanna do is boogie
  When the music's in the groove
  And it makes you wanna move
  Everybody get on up
  When the sound begins to groove
  And your feet begin to move
  With Lakeside you're groovin' at the party
  (Party)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (Yeah, tell the people)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (All the way)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (When the people get together)
  (And don't care about the weather)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live
  (When the sounds begin to groove)
  (And your feet begin to move)
  It's all the way live
  (Tell 'em)
  It's all the way live
  (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
  It's all the way live
  It's all the way live

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  That's How It Isshow lyrics

  That's How It Is

  Coolio: What up fow?
  Ain't nuthin man wassup wit you?
  C: Try'n to get my hustles on you know how it is
  (right right)
  What you doin' nowadays?
  C: Hustlin' what you doin'?
  School man. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka man.
  C: Right well go then...hehe you know what I'm sayin' I'm tryin' to
  make money.
  [Gunshots]
  C: Ah shit damn there it goes ah shit!
  See there man that's what I'm tryin' to do, get up out this
  muthafucka,serious
  man.I'm fed up with this shit. Nigger set trippin', I ain't even
  banging.
  C: What
  -You know what I'm sayin'? Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas steelin' my
  shit, crackheads. I'm tired of this shit.
  C: That's how it is around here though, man. You've been livin' around
  here though man.
  - Right, right but I'm tired of it.
  C: Right,I here you, man.You know sumthin' though?
  - What's up man?
  C: As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka.
  - Right.
  C: That's how the ghetto is, man.
  -You're right.

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  El Cool Magnifico

  [Chorus 1]
  We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday
  We blowing up Wednesday and Thursday
  She shake it up Friday and Saturday
  I beat it up all day on Sunday
  [Verse 1]
  It was on the very first time that I met her
  That leather was fittin that ass and that skin tight sweater
  Was curvin around that body and I painted a picture
  In my mind I wrote a letter bout us getting together
  Green eyes dark hair honey brown complextion
  I was rollin in a bucket she was rollin a lexus
  I sweat it now we can do the damn thang if she wanna
  If she don't I'm just satisfied with bendin some cornas
  Drink coronas just as long as she don't leave me alona
  I can name fifty niggas now that wanted to bone her
  But they didn't I'm happy bout the place that im sittin
  Didn't buy shit my name is still on her kitten
  Written in platinum she don't just love me for rappin and actin
  She love my mind the way I'm dippin in matchin
  My blackness, her reactions are like fatal attractions
  she jackin and blastin and ridin for the man that shes rackin
  [Chorus 2]
  We breakin up, Monday and Tuesday
  We blowin up Wednesday and Thursday
  She shake it up Friday and Saturday
  I beat it up all day on Sunday
  So shake it up (shake it up)
  Do yo thang little mamma shake it up (shake it up)
  Bend over touch yo toes and shake it up (shake it up)
  I like the way you move now shake it up (shake it up)
  Just shake shake shake shake shake (shake)
  [Verse 2]
  She my main squeeze only thing maintained
  Sometime tha that shit I be sayin she the only one that understand
  She my boo my freak i know that I'm her main man
  So fuck these hos and bullshit niggas with these same games
  I let my chain hang and still claim the same thang
  And even when she don't love me I'm the same main
  Nigga that she call when she need somebody to talk to
  Hit her from the back eat and walk wit her
  She got a lot to offer look what she brought with her
  She got brains and taps that leave niggas that start wit her
  She don't care about houses cars sex and bling bling
  Even though nine and half inches is a big thang
  She aint the type that be creepin and sleepin and jumpin in other niggas jeepin
  When im outta town on business
  When im on a mission to put us in a position
  Where we don't have to do nothin but show the love and kick it listen
  [Chorus 1]
  [Chorus 2]

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  Thru The Window

  I take a look thru the window and all I see is pain
  Burnin' on my brain like some weird type of acid rain
  Or a virus, it's something that I can't explain
  I use to be different but now it seems that I'm the same
  As the rest of these hard heads in my hood
  I'm livin' foul even though Momma raised me good
  Everywhere I turn it and everywhere I look
  Everybody that I know is livin' like a crook
  And the, the cops wanna throw the book
  The kitchen sink, a upper cut and a left hook
  How can I explain this battering that we caught
  It wasn't the way I was raised, it was the way I was taught
  And the streets is a motherfucker
  But I be growin' up like another sucker
  I say the bomb be the last as I reflect on the past
  With my face, pressed against the glass
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  In nightfall thru the window, a silhouette
  Beads of sweat and the palm of my hand is still wet
  So put the safety on the tek because this shootin' hasn't started yet
  So many yesterdays I can't forget
  And now it's night time but it seem like day time
  Helicopter lights makin' the bud light like sunshine on my mind
  Crack addicts, kids with automatics
  Thugs who want static and those who already had it
  Manifestations of a spirit, trapped in a flesh cage
  Mind in fifth gear, imagination rampage
  My brothers is walking through night like a thief in the night
  Three strikes you're out because the color's not right
  And all I ask is "Why we jack and fight?"
  And try to save enough right and I'm wrapped too tight, uhh
  Blowin' in the pistol, suckin' on some indo, lookin' thru the window
  And that's all I see, uhh
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  I'm hittin' corners on the boulevard, lookin' hard
  Rims are shinin', sound is bumpin', I'm a superstar, yeah
  Rollin' in the ride and it's not mine but
  That's alright, 'cos I still feel fine
  Now I'm strapped with nothin' but my mind and a screwdriver
  Gimme twenty seconds at your skills like MacGyver
  And I can take anything that I wanna take
  But when you slip and push your fate,
  I'm parlayin' off your paper like when I'm
  Yankee Doodle came to Jersey rollin' on some Dayton's
  Kept an Uzi under his seat so fools wouldn't take him
  My homey had a Cadillac sweeter than all the others
  Went into the wrong hood, so they choked the motherfucker
  That's how it goes, yeah, and that's how it feels, right
  New Jersey Drive is for real
  That's how it goes and that's how it feels
  New Jersey Drive is for real
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down
  Goin' down slowly, slowly, goin' down