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Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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?

Top Coolio, 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)

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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.

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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)

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, Recoup This

Top Coolio, Sticky Fingers

Top Coolio, A Thing Goin On

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, Gangsta Paradise

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, Fantastic Voyage (timber Mix)

Top Coolio, 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)

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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?

Top Coolio, 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.

Top Coolio, 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]

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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,

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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!

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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.]

Top Coolio, 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.

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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!

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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'

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, Hand On My Nutsac

Top Coolio, 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

Top Coolio, 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.

Top Coolio, El Cool Magnifico

Top Coolio, 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

Coolio- Gangster's Paradise

Coolio - Fantastic Voyage

Wade Martin ft. Coolio

Coolio - I'll C U When U Get There

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (Official Video) Subtitulado en Español

Coolio - 1 2 3 4 (Sumpin New) (Explicit)

Coolio - Gangstas Paradise (Official Music Video) (HD 1080p)

Coolio ft. Snoop Dogg - Gangsta Walk

Coolio - Ooh la la la (HD)

Celebrity Wife Swap USA S02E02 Coolio and Mark McGrath

Coolio - Fantastic Voyage (HQ / Dirty)

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise ft 2Pac, Snoop Dogg & BIG (NickT Remix)

B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J And Busta Rhymes - Hit Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio Feat. L.V - Gangsta's Paradise (Uncensored)

'Coolio' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

The Invasion (2009)

Actors

Genres

Taglines:

Members Only (2008)

Actors

Genres

Leui ting jin ging (2000)

Actors

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Coolio Filmography

Coolio- Gangster's Paradise

Coolio - Fantastic Voyage

Wade Martin ft. Coolio

Coolio - I'll C U When U Get There

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (Official Video) Subtitulado en Español

Coolio - 1 2 3 4 (Sumpin New) (Explicit)

Coolio - Gangstas Paradise (Official Music Video) (HD 1080p)

Coolio ft. Snoop Dogg - Gangsta Walk

Coolio - Ooh la la la (HD)

Celebrity Wife Swap USA S02E02 Coolio and Mark McGrath

Coolio - Fantastic Voyage (HQ / Dirty)

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise ft 2Pac, Snoop Dogg & BIG (NickT Remix)

B-Real, Coolio, Method Man, LL Cool J And Busta Rhymes - Hit Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio Feat. L.V - Gangsta's Paradise (Uncensored)

Coolio Talks Crack Pipe Arrest & Smoking Crack Again

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (Live At The Grammy Awards)

Coolio - C U When U Get There

Coolio - Too Hot

coolio - I Like Girls - El Cool Magnifico

Coolio ft. LV - Gangsta's Paradise (Lyrics)

Gangster's Paradise (Acoustic) Coolio ft Uclan Students HORIZONTAL version

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise - Cover TYPH BARROW

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (Lyrics HD)

Coolio - C U When U Get There (live)

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise (live)

Coolio - "Gangsta's Paradise" Live (1996)

Gangsta's Paradise LIVE - Coolio (2011)

Coolio Feat L.V. & Stevie Wonder - Gangstas Paradise (Live @ 1995 Billboard Awards)

Coolio Interview: Cocaine Addiction, Story Behind Gangsta's Paradise + Freestyles Live

Coolio-Gangsta's paradise

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise

Falling In Reverse - Gangsta's Paradise Live Feat Coolio and Tyler Carter ,With Symphony Orchestra

Coolio Featuring Trijntje Oosterhuis - Gangster Paradise

Coolio Feat LV Gangsta Paradise (Live At NRJ Awards 1996)

COOLIO Ganstas Paradise @ PAL NORTE FEST 2015 in MONTERREY HD 1080p

Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise ( Live in Holland)

Night of the Proms - Coolio - C U When U Get There

COOLIO - GANGSTA PARADISE (90 FESTIVAL BIELSKO - BIAŁA LIVE 2015 )

It's All The Way Live : Coolio

Lakeside and Coolio Its All The Way Live Video

Coolio-Gangsta Paradise(Ft L.V & Stevie Wonder)Live subtitulado español

Coolio - C u when u get there Live Hitawards 98

Coolio - Aw Here It Goes (Kenan & Kel) LIVE

coolio infected mushroom and astrix live remix

COOLIO - GANGSTA'S PARADISE (1995) - Full album

COOLIO & GOAST@VANOS SHOW GEORGIA TV

Coolio - The Greatest Hits ( Acoustic Vibrations ) FULL HD ALBUM

Die Nanny Staffel 5 Folge 17 Coolio Superstar

Duckman capítulo "Coolio Runnings" español latino

45 Coolio Runnings

Gangsta's Paradise 1 hour version

Coolio ft L V Gangsta's Paradise 10 hours + Bass Boost