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. 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 before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills 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 DA 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 OJ 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 hilites 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 hilites 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 Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 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 cos they mistook his BB 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 hilites 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 hilites The nigger with all 16 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 tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited 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 OG'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 hilites 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 hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a 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 hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Coolio Gangsta's Paradise As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life And realize there's nothing left 'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long That even my momma thinks that my mind has 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 betta watch how ya talking And where ya walking 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 that little homie's wanna be like On my knees in the night Saying prayers in the street light 1 - Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Look at the situation, they got me facing 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 watching, got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set tripping banger And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away I'm living life do or die, what can I say? I'm twenty-three now , will I ever live to see twenty-four The way things is going I don't know. 2 - Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me? Repeat 1 Power in the money, money in the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking It's going on in the kitchen But I don't know what's cooking. They say I gotta learn But nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? I guess they can't I guess they won't, I guess they front That's why I got my hand on the pump, foo! Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Repeat 2 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' 1 - 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 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Coolio feat. E-40, KAM, 40 Thevz Exercise Yo' Game [E-40] 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 (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals (Fuckah!!) [Coolio] Exercise yo' game main Cause things is changin and rearrangin Exercise yo game main Just use yo' brain main don't run the same game [E-40] Exercise yo' game main Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash Exercise yo' game main But you gotta make it last! [Coolio] One lone loco rides away into the sunset but, I ain't done yet Respect yourself and wear your vest Keep your guard up cause 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 cause the shoes always loose Rubber wheels beat rubber heels anyday 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 *gunshot sound accompanies*, 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 [Coolio] 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 [E-40] 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 -- YAKNOW! [KAM] I got next you wanna run with me homey (yeap) Well I don't need playas in the paint who cain't do nuttin fo' me Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (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 cause ain't nobody gon' do this for you Oh you caught like lint; if you waitin on the mystery God Cause 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 [40 Thevz] 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 Cause 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-dy/40 Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game Exercise yo' game [E-40] Have heart have money main, have heart have money man, YAKNOW! [Coolio] 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 [E-40] 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)!!! [E-40] All day everytime [Coolio] Yeah [E-40] E-40 and tha motherfuckin Click [Coolio] That's right [E-40] PMD [Coolio] Yeah [E-40] Crowbar, Barr 9 [Coolio] Uh-huh [E-40] 40 Thevz [Coolio] That's right [E-40] Erytime, motherfucka [Coolio] In that ass [E-40] like Bugsy [Coolio] Yeah [E-40] De massive [Coolio] Uh-huh [E-40] We don't stop [Coolio] My nigga Kam [E-40] We don't quit [Coolio] God damn! [E-40] Fuck a motherfucka -- we on hit, the Bay to L.Aaaaaaaaaii [Coolio] Slide [E-40] Motherfucka display [Coolio] All the way to Compton [E-40] Yo' game orientate in situations Niggaz dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin [Coolio] Oh yeah [E-40] Erytime motherfucka [Coolio] Sho' we do -- don't let us in we breakin in fool [E-40] This is what I do [Coolio] Yeah -- E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz -- my nigga Kam, god damn [Coolio] Yeah, Barr 9 in the house Coolio Sumpin' New 1 - 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 with 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 drops some information Just a little additive to your education I live my life by the code of the funk 600-watt AMP. 18s in the trunk When I'm on the streets ya gotta feel my beats So throw your hands up if you're down with the C Dooble O-L-I-O with the flow I'm lookin' for the party so let a brother know 1-2-3-4 it's like A-B-C if hip-hop didn't pay I'd rap for free Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass Repeat 1 Repeat 1 If ya got beef then fool eat a pork chop Once I get it goin' ya know it don't stop I brake like anti-locks panties drop From hood to hood block to block Help I need somebody To get it goin' on in the 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 I get more bounce than a Jherry Curl Too many lookie-loos be lookin' for clues There's a party goin' on now whatcha gonna do So grab your partner do-see-do If you done know who it is it's Coolio Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Push, push in the bush But don't step on the toes 'cause you might get smushed It's the brother from around the way And what I say I'm in the corner on three like Dr. Dre Comin' at 'em with a pattern and a fresh pair adams I hope he don't trip, 'cause I don't wanna have have to gat 'em So move your body, baby, drive the homies crazy Then when you sake that ass it's always amazin' Ain't no party like a west coast party 'Cause a west coast party don't stop So when you see a young brother In a Chevy hittin' switches Then ya gotta give a brother his props I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean Coolio got the potion to get the party open Slide Slide but that's the past I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Coolio Smilin' 1 - 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 grandmothers 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 to thinkin'en 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 then smile again Repeat 1 Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers coz I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger this ain't the hustarone 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 dum-ass kids You gosta be a leader, it's my responsiblity to teach ya right from wrong, and make decisions of your own I never said that I was perfect but I know that 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 then smile again Repeat 1 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'a 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' hear when I can't be there in the flesh I be there in the spir-it I'm tryina make an impression on the things that you care 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 don't work as a team, saw the liquor take us 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 their eyes and then smile again Repeat 1 till fade 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. Coolio Kinda High Kinda Drunk 1 - Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Repeat 1 (3x) 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 hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at I feel my pagers 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 recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only the beginning, god damn! Repeat 1 (4x) 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 killed him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit 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 the homies still ain't made it Repeat 1 (4x) Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit 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, hope 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 *vomit sounds* Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Repeat 1 (4x) (Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H) SHIT! 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 ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how I know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... 1 - 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 An' sweet black sexy child Ooh I like your style, huh 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 matta where ya 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 ho 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, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... Repeat 1 Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need I'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' Vanita Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... Repeat 1 Coolio Is This Me Yeah 1996 Coolio with the flow Rated R superstar LV that's right Mossberg Smith & Wesson Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know But I had to go they had a house full of hos I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head The hos is looking good so we try to make a friend for night Let's get it right let's get it straight But now these punkass niggas in the party want to play a hate I'd bust a cap to save a rat so what's up with that It's 1996 so these bustas get no kinda of doubt Like American Express here we go again I never leave home without it so don't even think about it Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed But if you make an offensive move then I'm gonna have to show a groove Back up off let's keep it soft Don't make me have to show you who these 16 bosses be 1 - This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same All these sucker set-trippin killin for no reason That's why I never leave the house without my nina I love my baby carry my baby whereever I go For these suckers get in a twist they say I beat their pimpin Stop wishin you was in my shoes And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else It's ninety-six and most of the homeys thinking of six feet The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop Stop hating my life and get your own Be true to this game or this game will do you cold Everywhere I go I got my back I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped Repeat 1 No no oooo I can't escape this life I been trying to live in piece but these fools won't cease They insist with their bullshit so I got a full clip Chitty-chitty bang-bang doin it's a new thing One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache I'm the kinda nigga that don't believe in frontin' But if you run up on me trippin you best believe I'm dumpin' I got bills to pay and kids to raise And a whole generation of lost niggas to save So I ain't got time for that yip yap If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true Fuck with Coo you get done that's how we do it to it Don't start no shit and it won't be none son But if you do I'm going for my gun Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry Repeat 1 This really ain't me no more These streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside This really really really ain't me But the streets won't let me go I can't escape this life That they got me trapped inside Coolio A Thing Goin' On We meet every single day at the same old place at the same old time with the same state of mind me and her together but we know it ain't forever we just happy for the time the weed and the wine the walks in the park, escapades in the dark we knew how it had to be right from the very start coz I got obligations and she's in the situation that she came to state, so this is our fate holding hands, a smile, a glimpse a kiss and a dance but we can't take a chance on gettin caught so we stick to a plan coz we both got another and they wouldn't understand it me and Mrs Jones have 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 1 - 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 just when we be both but can't consume 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 touch 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 ten point skill and percision 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 coz her's is always gone, now tell me what love got to do with it No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it some might say that I'm and should leave her alone but me and Mrs Jones got a thang goin' on Repeat 1 It's been about a year since we've been seeing eachother and we're a whole lot more than just part time lovers coz 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 fantasie, but deep down inside we know that we can 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 ladie got a clue on what 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 coz I got a woman and she got a man so that's how it goes, and that's how it is Me and Mrs Mrs Mrs Mrs Jones (We had a thang goin') Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones (We got a thing going on) 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 (We got a thing going on) talk it over Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Mrs Jones Coolio Bright as the Sun Starlight Starbright First star I see tonight I 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 Everytime I think about it I still can't understand What night 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 Thievory Trickory Povorty Misory Pleads to insanoty Homocide Rivalry Garnd theft buglory Purgory Emergency surgory A.P.B. They lookin' for a G You ran through a field Hopped a fence And climbed a tree 9-1-1 Here they come for him Nigga wit' 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.... 1 - 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 An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc Never broke An' high off that pream old smoke Sippin' in the seat Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63 The p.i.m.p. On top of the game But now you're gettin' laid Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain You're lookin' for a way out Before your game play out Cuz once you 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 An' here go the song How the hell do you think you can run When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun Repeat 1 Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a Nigga is released from the penitentary Fools betta recognize An' visualize Don't be suprized Ya betta realize They gotta plan fo' your ass, a Cage for the mask, so If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash Spot in your whoopty An' know the whoompty whoofty When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see He don't know the new game B'cuz the new game ain't true game Well he betta catch her quick Becuz the old game is runnin' Nine is 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 An' this might be his last day on the street I bet next time you'll listen when I tell ya son That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun Repeat 1 Coolio Recoup This [Secretary] This is how we do it... this is how we do it (phone ring) [Secretary] 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? [Poison] Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him. [Secretary] Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly. (Door opens) [Secretary] Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here. [Mr Johnson] Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl. [Secretary] Mr johnson will see you now. [Mr Johnson] He heey! Come on in here boy, See I told you you was goin' be a star, didn't I? [Poison] Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, You ow me some money. [Mr Johnson] Man, money! wha??? [Poison] Man, my record went double platinum What the fuck is you talkin' about! [Mr Johnson] Let me... [Poison] Fuck that! (gun shot) [Mr Johnson] AAOOWW! you didn't have to shoot me... [Poison] Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit! (7 gun shots) [Secretary] AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson! (2 gunshots) [Poison] SHUT UP, BITCH! 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 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 tomarrow Cuz life is full of hardships, pimpslaps, and sorrow Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya 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 A T an' T ya gotta make a switch O' get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch.... 1 - When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburgh Pump When the Revolution come I'm gonna 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 Sixty-fo' 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 the 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.... Repeat 1 Way back in the dayz 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 Its 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.... Repeat 1 Coolio feat. Malika, Shorty, Leek Ratt, PS, Ras Kass, WC Get Up Get Down [Malika] Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) Yeap the diction is on point Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties Niggie trippin why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her Ninety-five's on poppin, representin I keep stompin Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin [Shorty] I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size Have you Goin' Down like Mary J. Blige When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers No toleration, for fakers and busters Fuckin with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin constantly Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie And I want you to know G 1 - We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail [Leek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)] Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe if you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show For my stage show beat em up 40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em for poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I'm bustin or get to duckin cuz I ain't given em nuthin Fools can't get none, so fuck em! [PS] Let me rock the motherfuckin mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin quick to get it crackin Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner Fuckin with a winner, number one contender top dog Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar Best to put your daughter Wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that garbage My crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Repeat 1 [Ras Kass] I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor toothpick and beedy-dyin Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt And ain't nothin crackin For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between so take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeine Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when C and B came strollin Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas [Coolio] We don't give a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of Wino's truck Like robbin in the paint, fool think I ain't? Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out [WC] Fresh out the penalty box Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha bringin more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitor socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You best to wake up and apoligize Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz I, burn like Parker but anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay. What's up Wino? Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch! Coolio 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk Yeah, yeah Fuck all these niggaz You know what I'm talkin' about Wino Yeah, yeah, yeah Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk That's right, that's right A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' cornas' buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm Straight up collected it, cool and calm crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss before I do a Michael Jackson and "Cut your shit off!" Part of the penitentary still, penetratin' your grill I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor and none of y'all can't fade me I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me I'm one of the dopest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me Cause I slang hits like niggaz slang cavi I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me my shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit mo batta' Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method Free funk text readily selected, so check it Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, I've been rockin' these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner, and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner My shit is wise, CPT M.C. for hire my name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire So, what's your desire baby love? Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas? Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin' still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant and yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac you mo like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles as their legs start to dangle, dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne livin with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs I used to drink Ol' Gold now I just stroll straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch? Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph, autograph Coolio feat. 40 Thevz One Mo 1 - I got one mo switch I can hit I got one mo bullet in my clip I got one mo drink I can steal I got one mo sack I can twist [Coolio] I wear a "S" on my chest I prefer my vest And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang To the boogie say up jump the boogie He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies I shook thee I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it From defamation to desimation Every day is like summer vacation A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga) Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla) Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa) They comin' through the hold on tip toe You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe Repeat 1 [40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.)] Yes, yes, y'all (Yes y'all) 40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all) Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (Pimp y'all) When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you When our four colors rock, front and ass out All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block Your sounds ain't beatin So your girls ain't freakin Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin Hit 'em in their eyes And go suicides Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like To hit the mic for a licken Hell no, I ain't trippin Cause I kinda like pimpin Bein' freer than a pigeon Got your bitch down in positions All kinda ways 40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze So, come with these weak flows if you must But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust Repeat 1 [Coolio] Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride Like Clyde Drexler, this is eastside Westa, recognize the routine Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo We lay low All up in the cut If it's suicide then roll the bustas up And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch Now the party didn't start til I walked in And it probably wont end til I sip Hen But in the meantime And in between time Better tuck in your chin And learn to take your lumps and grin You know you can't wait cause I'ma stay on one One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done Repeat 1 (4x) Coolio The Devil Is Dope 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 1 - 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 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 Repeat 1 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!) Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Coolio feat. Ras Kass Hit 'Em [Coolio] It has (It has), come to my understanding that (that) there are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz) and abilities (and abilities) Since it is thus (it is thus) I must (I must) release (release) myself (myself) For with thou be repremanded (repremanded) Hit 'Em! Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo You better kick it cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disapeer like Dorothy and Toto Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco' I deliver hits like my name was FujiMoto Platinum and gold all the way to Acalpuco To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a Rollo Your points need bifocals You better try to see like Total My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo I kick a solo From here to Sojo You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Get that nigga, get that nigga! (Ha-ha) [Ras Kass] I'm stickin niggaz like Mexican's in penitentaries The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry Can't injure me My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!) The nigga flying guillotine (Ha-ha!) The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green Fuck your team (nigga) Crowbar eatin niggaz up like Edy, I mean (I mean) It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (Right) I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing in the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch) I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary, my prom night I was fuckin Carrie, had her screamin "Bloody Mary!" Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ah) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Hit 'em!) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Wha?) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Break that nigga off) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (What's that, Cool?) Cool, break this nigga off! [Coolio] Alright, wait, wait, wait It ain't ova I burn like a nova It's the ?all see Mona? Like mother fuckin Yoda I rock like baking soda From Compton to Dakota And when I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her) I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya I'm a soldier Wake that ass up like Folger's Give the people what they want a little bit more-a You don't know the score What the hell you comin here for? Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore It's the hardcore Take your whole hood to war It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords You be the prey, I'll be the predator Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me Thor Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! 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 mo like a horror flick People sure have changed, it seems that they enjoying this Death and destruction With no instruction Leads to malfunction, disruption, and full consumption How can I escape this mind state that I'm in? I been tryin, but it seems that I can't win I've fallen and I can't get up And the homies that was my homies went and set me up Somebody tried to tell me that it was all in my brain I tried to act a hard male runnin cocaine But it still don't ease my pain Am I insane or a victim of my own fears? What's goin on we supposed to be happy here God don't make no junk that's what I been told But it seems to me that God ain't in control When night falls over the city (When the night falls) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Feels like somebody) Somebody's comin to get me (When the night falls) When night falls over the city (When the night falls, Ooh-yeah) I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) I need assistance, but all I get is resistance I try to be persistent, but life can be gone in an instant I'm scared to turn around cause I know somebody's watching I can feel they evil stares, and I know that they plottin on me And scheamin, I wish I was dreamin If my mind was free I could chase away the demons But in ain't, and they still can't understand that All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man The same old pattern has got me goin crazy, loc Descendent of a king, but I feel like a royal joke Is this a sequel? Are all men created equal? The lies you told to the people back then now they is lethal And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (Like shark bait!) Feel my pulse race, abnormal heart rate (Heart rate!) And now I'm startin to feel like I might come up missin I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldn't listen When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me) When night falls (When the night falls, yeah) over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like (I wanna be) Somebody's comin to get me (Comin) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh I'm feelin oppressed, this stifle My life is trifle No family, friends, or relations, so I sleep with my rifle And my pistol, I'm seein stars and hearin whistles One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle Wont stay to state side Cause the unpure fall off the fall by the way side So stay your ass on the plate side There's nothin to fear but the fear itself And if you control the fear then the fear is wealth Do I have power or do I have no self control? These long, lonely nights have made my heart grow cold Hear my pleads, can somebody help a G And, will we fight this battle for eternity I blame you cause my mind is not my own So, don't blame me if I trespass in yo zone I'm your creation The product of a twisted nation Guess this is what you're facin (Facin!) When night falls (When the sun goes down) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Somebody help me!) When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over the city) Gotta be ready cause it feels like (Over the city, over the city, over the city!) Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls (When the night falls) over the city (Over!) Gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me When night falls over the city I gotta be ready cause it feels like Somebody's comin to get me (Comin to get me, get me, get me, get me, get me) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhhh 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 skirt and we can do it on the pool table Your nipples look so tender Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender Cause ain't nothin but freakin I can keep it all day, all weekend And have you tweekin I be strokin, that's what I be doin And every position you assumin Uh, all night, all day If you stay I can rub you the right way (Hey!) If he go one time, I go three Cause that's how it is in the CPT Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) You're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty? Are you sure that we alone, all alone? (Yeah!) Lock the door and unplug the telephone (Telephone!) Light some candles let me get a look at your handles (Ooh-wee!) You got a body like a sex scandal So, I puts the cotton ball in the Q-Tip patch Turn around and let me see you from the back, ah shat! (Damn!) You know you bring out the freak in me I go deep in the peak, I hope you think of me Whenever you need some sexual healing We like two in a million Don't fight the feelin You ain't dealin with no rookie Yes I got a lot of nuts in my Tollhouse cookie Call up your bookie, put your money on the cement I'm puttin in work like a tag team free man I spark through the woods like a Recon And we can do it all night with the lights on Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Let's go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I hope you ain't the kind that acts a ditty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) I'm tryin to get close to the kitty What's up on some lovin, babay? We can roll in my sixty-three And drink Hennessy What's up on some lovin, babay? Don't you wanna roll with me? You and me can cream We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the bedroom, bathroom, livin room Outside in the yard, it's a full moon In the car, in the front seat, back seat On the trunk, on the hood, and it's all good I'll be the piece and you can be the booty And I'll work extra duty to please your coochie You can lay me on the bed and cuff me up Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up Dig your nails in my back, girl, play yo game You never come the same if we say yo name Is it real or a dream You make me scream When you rub my body with shaving cream Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss (Mmm-waah!) Cause you know it don't get no better than this (That's right!) Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Cause I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Damn, you're lookin kinda pretty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can I get close to the kitty Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Girl, I got the key to the city Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Can we go somewhere and get busy? Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!) Come and get a taste of the ribby (Ribby!) Coolio Can U Dig It Uh! Yeah! What Up? I know y'all wanna take me down I know y'all wanna see me get clowned I know y'all wanna take my sound And put a nigga like me in the lost and found But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way Spreadin venom in the mic till I'm old and gray And now niggaz wanna attack me Flip-flop and back me But fool you's a mackey I'll starch your ass like some khakis Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack Imagine that And it shouldn't be hard Cause your style ain't large And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars Can U Dig It? When nothin can save it Shock your ass like a phaser Burn and cut like a laser Amaze you, with this flava I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's 1 - Can U Dig It? (Can U Dig It?) Can U Dig It? Can U Dig It? (Can U Dig It?) Can U Dig It? The first law of age is called survival That's why I'm deadly on revival And it's vital To my basic instinct That all wack mc's become extinct Because we on the brink Or, should I say the edge Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red U.F.O.'s And scandalous ass hoes Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose And I suppose You want me to play superstar And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are So, you can run back and tell that But I wont do that So, fool you can chew that To all sucka mc's you better beware I been conjurin up forces way back in my lair And my crew don't scare And we don't care We act, we wear, I swear Repeat 1 It's the thrilla Straight outta Compton, not Manilla Got a chokehold on the mic like I was M.C. Gorilla Take this to the heart for real a Don't you ever try to steal a Like AIDS this shit came like gin a Might fuck up your liva Call me Pharoh cause I'm floatin bustas up the river When I deliver Make your sister and your grandma shiver Top feelin steadily rakin up the scrilla Kickin back in my easy chair sippin on some Henna ?Exol? cause my whole crew is locin And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined Don't stop, get it, get it Cause I blow up the spot everytime I grab the mic and hit it, hit it Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Coolio feat. Ras Kass Hit 'Em [Coolio] It has (It has), come to my understanding that (that) there are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz) and abilities (and abilities) Since it is thus (it is thus) I must (I must) release (release) myself (myself) For with thou be repremanded (repremanded) Hit 'Em! Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo You better kick it cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disapeer like Dorothy and Toto Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco' I deliver hits like my name was FujiMoto Platinum and gold all the way to Acalpuco To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a Rollo Your points need bifocals You better try to see like Total My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo I kick a solo From here to Sojo You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Get that nigga, get that nigga! (Ha-ha) [Ras Kass] I'm stickin niggaz like Mexican's in penitentaries The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me Grew up off Avalon and Century with a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry Can't injure me My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!) The nigga flying guillotine (Ha-ha!) The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green Fuck your team (nigga) Crowbar eatin niggaz up like Edy, I mean (I mean) It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (Right) I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing in the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch) I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary, my prom night I was fuckin Carrie, had her screamin "Bloody Mary!" Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ah) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Hit 'em!) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Wha?) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Break that nigga off) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (What's that, Cool?) Cool, break this nigga off! [Coolio] Alright, wait, wait, wait It ain't ova I burn like a nova It's the ?all see Mona? Like mother fuckin Yoda I rock like baking soda From Compton to Dakota And when I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her) I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya I'm a soldier Wake that ass up like Folger's Give the people what they want a little bit more-a You don't know the score What the hell you comin here for? Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore It's the hardcore Take your whole hood to war It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords You be the prey, I'll be the predator Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me Thor Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Coolio feat. Malika Can I Get Down 1X [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 [Coolio, Malika] 1 - 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? [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 Repeat 1 [Malika] 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 [Coolio] 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 Repeat 1 (4x) 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 Coolio feat. Montell Jordan Homeboy [Coolio] A homeboy is somebody that got your back Whether you right or wrong Somebody that excepts you for what you are Not what you got on, what you can do for them If you lucky enough to have some then You know what I'm talkin bout Friends, how many of us have them And not that many The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny But, it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do Cause since the seventies, it seems everybody been rolling with a crew A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click And if your firm ain't thick Then your squad becomes vixed Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya And, be weary of strangers bearing your God and gifts And a wolf in sheeps clothing Cause some of y'all ain't knowing Me and you go back like roaches in the projects And, we done been through things they still ain't even thought of yet A good homie is hard to come by But most times you get done by the ones you trust most So, I gotta raise a toast To my tried and tested, and straight up for real dose Pour yourself some exol, this ones here for you, loc [Coolio, Montell Jordan] 1 - I don't fly on air, walk on water (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Uh, but, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter, then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) [Coolio] Now I done met a lot of haters in my lifetime That I would of smoked if i would of had a Tek 9 But, here I stand as a man, and I'm free to say I'm hella glad that my momma didn't raise me that way And the homies I grew up with Locs I threw up with Is the kind of fools that you don't want to buck with Why does it seem that the good brothers die And the evil brothers live And prosper and multiply Pass the Hennessey to the left hand side Want some many dirt for the homies that expired I hope you rest in peace And, when it's time for my release I'll meet you at the crossroads dippin in the low-low But, until then I'ma keep my rolls slow My flow on tight, and stay rollin with the 4-0 This is comin from the one and only And like MC Shan said, "I'll never leave you lonely" Repeat 1 [Coolio] Me and you is like family And everybody know that we go back to back And we go toe to toe Comin from the west Where the sets run thick Where brothers either bang or try to make a grip I cross my heart and hope to die I never lie I run out on mine Anywhere or anytime Me and my homies don't get involved with that he say, she say But, if you've lost you'll recieve a ass whippin with your instant replay Or, deckin like Tekken So, show some respect when respect is given to you And, watch out for the forty too Fake curve And fools who got the nerve To pretend that they was down When last month they wadn't even around West coast, East coast, and worldwide My homies in the pen, and my homies that lived and died I'm still the same little nappy head brother from the eastside And, you can call me homeboy [Coolio, Montell Jordan] I don't fly on air or walk on water (Or walk on water, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) But, I'm damn sure your partner (Ooh-ooh-ooh) You can count on me to the end (Oh-yeah) Thick and thin, nigga You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh) If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours (Watch my back, then I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) I don't fly on air, walk on water (Iiii, don't walk on water, no) You can count on me till the end (Count on me till the end, oh-yeah) Thick and thin (Thick and thin) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) If I got a quarter then you got a dime (If I got a quarter then you got a dime) And, you can call me up no matter what the time (Call me up no matter what the time) If you (If you) (Watch my back, I'll watch yours, yours) You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy, boy, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (I got your back, ooh-ooh-ooh) (You can call me homeboy) (You can call me homeboy) Coolio My Soul 1 - Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul) My soul-oul-oul My soul-oul-oul (My soul) Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin' out of white Hummer From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo' Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo See on the low it's all gravy But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin' your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black's I twist sacks and sip yac Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine So, why you all up in mine? Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul Repeat 1 Ain't no tellin Most women are still waitin' and sellin' Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts) In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock To crack rock Now, everybody got a glock And it don't stop Till another brother drop That's why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace) What's a thin line between love and hate? A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape It's a small world, after all, you're clausterphobic, you can't breathe So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve It's the hater in you that makes you criticize me Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin' I'ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin' They say the game is to be sold, not told You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul Repeat 1 My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law See, I was servin' wack rappers at the school When Bruce Lee was scrappin' with Kareem Abdul You got into triple beams and guns you ain't gon shoot I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit Or, the same pair of locs, that's probably why you're broke And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked Scrappin' or rappin' what you want to happen? If I ever come up short you the first one I'm jackin' It's theives in the area like aircraft carrier's We're launchin' F-15's And Anti-Wack Maf Machines Michropone, sittin' on my vocal chord Sendin' busta's to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold When I'm controllin' my soul Repeat 1 til fade 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! 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 1 - 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) 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 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 2 - Take, take your time (Take, take your time) Take your time (Take your time) Take your time (Take your time, get to it) Repeat 2 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Coolio feat. 40 Thevz C U When U Get There [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 away with his money And when the other homies heard about it they thought it was funny But who's the dummy 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' home and your crew is rollin' dusta And just because of that you act you don't like the brother no more Uh, 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 C U when you get there 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 [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 bullet and an AK The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business 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 coz we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender And if everybody's a contender then everybody could be a winner No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers And regardless of the time somebody else still love us I'm a scuff and strugle y'all 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' 1 - 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 [PS of 40 Thevz] You need to loosen up And live a little And if they 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 realist homies got you but you known them longest But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone Could have built an empire if not for the jelouesy that you righteous We prefare 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 Until time seems right The problems seem endless Put the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves together And if you feel you're obligated 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 Repeat 1 [Coolio] As we walk down the road of our destiny And the time comes to choose which shall it be The wide and crooked, or the strait narrow, We got one voice to give and one life ta live Stand up for sumthin or lay down in your game Listen to the song that we sang Its up to u to make it be I guess i'll see u when u c me Repeat 1 til fade Coolio All The Way Live (Now) 1 - It's all the way live. It's all the way live It's all the way live. It's all the way live Why you take a chunk and go up for a dunk? An' I never been a punk but your girl calls me hunk Straight to the hoop and I know how to shoot If you wanna know the truth then you better get the scoop Comin' up to miss wit' my mic in my fist An' everybod's lookin' so you know I gotta bit You take me, that can't be Shook an' took like all rookies So if you're a beginner an' you want wanna be a winner Then you better have some spinach with your dinner So just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live Repeat 1 What you see is what you get And what you got is a whole lotta sweat Blood and tears, so have no fear Cause they ain't seen moves like these in years I can shake it bake it, show the fake But never perpetrate or player hate My name ain't Brat but I'm Funkdafied My name ain't Luke but I can walk-the-sky So put it over here homie low, an' go for broke And watch the smoke but make sure you don't choke Put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live Repeat 1 Ooo the music's in the groove It's the rap that makes you move 'Cause Lakeside show-ed up at the party Ooo the music's in the groove It's the rap that makes you move Coolio show-ed up at the party Repeat 1 This ain't Penny Hardaway or Kareem Abdul It's Coolio in the house but you can call me cool An' I gotta keep it real for my peeps on the street You can fill it in your feet or bump it in your jeep From sea to shinning sea the rows of century Bend under Sicily I put it down for the G Feel the fire, feel the funk An' you better clear the lane when I'm goin' dunk I ain't looking for protocol, got sumpin' for all o' y'all To make you get your back up off the ball Just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live Repeat 1 Coolio The Winner 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 [L.V.] 1 - 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 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 Repeat 1 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 Repeat 1 till fade