MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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 brassing 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 better 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 lop
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 there lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
Forget 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 locked 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?
(rpt 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 know my life is out of luck, fool!
(rpt 1, 2, 2)
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 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
-chorus-
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
-chorus-
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 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
-chorus-
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....
(chorus)
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
-chorus-
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
-chorus(extended)-
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
Cruisin? is made for us
coolio - exercise yo game
When I was fifteen years old
Straight dog game I was told
I went from selling pennies in a writers dike
Time and ass through the psychic breaker
Situation critical phone home
Phone home
Talk about my digital
Call phone
Ya seen a boatload of situations
Fedanglelations invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations
Boy I tell you she was pitiful
Damn
Hopefully repentable
Get it right
I try to stay away from artificial plastic ass
Blow the motherfucking individual
Exercise your game man
Cause things is changin? and rearrangin?
Exercise your game man
Just use your brain man don?t run the same game
Exercise your game man
Fertilize your grass player get that cash
Exercise your game man
But you gotta make it last
One low loco gone ride away
Into the sunset but I ain?t done yet
Respect yourself and wear your best
Keep your guard up cause we?ll be hard up
When your hittin? dips better check your clip
And watch the police and the bloods and the crips
Anyway you do it gotta 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 hoes out your halo
Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes
And sippin yak and smokin denk and tellin? jokes
Babap babap
Fool you get laughed at
I worked to hard for mine to let you take a dime
No pain no gain no pocket change
Prepare yourself for battle
Exercise your game
Exercise your game man
Make your money grow don?t you be no ho though
Exercise your game man
Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise your game man
Fertilize your grass player get your cash
Exercise your game man
Player get your coins be like donald goin?s
Have heart have money ride
Have heart have money man
I got next you wanna run with me homey
Well I don?t need players in the paint that can?t do nothing for me
Show me get down nigga we can make something happen
I?m west coast east side hoodlum gansta rappin
Niggas say you want to be affiliated
Well let me warn you I?m the kinda player that?s really hated
I?m rated x like malcolm e-40 coolio and kam sprinkle game like talcum
You won?t to make money in this game well let me show you
How to do for self cause ain?t nobody gonna do it for you
Oh you frontin? like lint if you waitin on the mystery god
Cause ain?t nobody gonna give you shit
You got?s to get up off your ass and put yourself in heaven on earth
Before you pass and exercise your game
Exercise your game fool
Peep game from a young ass
Rollin on the one way
Foot to the gas got that indo mixed with hash
Monday through sunday and all in-between
I fend for my papers my self and my dream
Ain?t no busters or no suckers on my team or wear my patches
Call the pimp
You can call me the rat
Watch my feet hit the track ain?t no lookin? back
I?m on a mission trying to put my fucking click on a mac
But these niggas 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 exercise 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-e-c-i-s-e-y-o-g-a-m-e-4-g
Thevz in the house better exercise yo? game
Exercise yo? game
Have heart have money ride
Have heart have money man
Yell-o yell-o
Exercise yo game man
Make your money grow don?t you be no ho though
Exercise yo game man
Keep your work so tight to make your stash stay right and
Exercise yo game man
Fertilize your grass player get that cash and
Exercise you game man
But you gotta make it last
coolio - 1 2 3 4
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
Double 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
2-Slide Slide but that's the past
I gotta sumpin' brand new for that ass
(repeat 1, 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
(repeat 2, 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 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 nigga
In a Chevy hittin' switches
Then ya gotta give a nigga his props
I got sides in my rides and motion for your ocean
Coolio got the potion to get the party open
(rpt. 2, 1...)
coolio - 2 minutes amp 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 - bring back somethin fo da hood
Intro:(coolio talking)
This record goes out to all you fake ass, gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto and don?t never come back. yea
Herfucker, you can run but you sure can?t hide!
Deep down in the jungle with a crack to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o?docey
Shit get cooked by thugs and crooks
With the knowledge of a scholar but they don?t read books
Everyday is a chance that ya life might go
So today is a day that ya gotta get paid
Slang them ki?s,make them g?s
Do what?cha want but ya sell what?cha please
But don?t fuck ? ? ? where you come from
Cos when you do that you?re done
Remember your niggas and bitches and your trojans
And take it to your pockets for some fitness
When ya get it goin and ya got it goin good
Ya better bring back somethin for da hood
Hook 1
Bring back somethin fo da hood motherfucker!
Bring back somethin fo da hood!
Repeat
La county what?s goin on?
1993 modern day babylon
Peace to the niggas from the street
And rest in peace to the others that?s six feet deep
Welcome to the fool and he strikes when he?s back
And the snake come around,go around and get ape
Top down,slipped on co-run they none
Every (? cisscrack? )-caine ain?t no fun
Black cop white cop *gun shot*
Fuck the colour of skin make sure he shot *gun shot*
Escape from a jail cell,split away from hell
And all I want for christmas is a glock and some shells
Billy boy takes the pictures,(? rak watch the room? )
Five-i-seven on my switch,we got out early
Taddle-tails get dropped an? they get got good
So get this stoob nigga for the hood
Hook 2
Get that nigga fo da hood motherfucker!
Get that nigga fo da hood!
Repeat
Interlude
Them niggas ain?t playin!(x 3)
(what?cha gonna do when you get out of jail? )
Get that nigga fo da hood
Verse 3
You must remember dis if you?re black and you?re rich
One push come to shove they?ll take your shit
Martin luther king didn?t wear a diamond ring
But he had a dream to let freedom reign
My homie red foxx got played like blocks
Pick em up sticks,jacks and hop-scotch
? ? ? ,aggravation,there?s no end to the situation
Cos niggas need a place to meet,a place to sleep
A place to eat and rest they feet
But nobody really even gives a fuck
That?s why so many niggas is maggot?d up,huh
You claimin the hood but you don?t back it up
Fool!and when they catch ya ass,they gonna fuck you up
So when you get it goin and ya got it goin good
You better bring back somethin fo da hood
Repeat hook 1(x 2)
Outro
Bring back somethin fo da hood motherfucker
(haa-aah!haa-aah!haa-aah!)
coolio - c u when u get there
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 that your
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 thepipe
The other homie shot the other
Homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard
About it they thought it wasfunny
But who's the dummy
Now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
And though I got love for ya
I know I can't trust ya
Coz my crew is rollin' homies
And your crew is rollin' dusters
And just because of that you act
You don't like the brother nomore
Uh, I guess that's just the way u go
I ain't tryin ta preach
I believe I can reach
But your mind ain't prepared
I 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...
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 thegettin'
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 thestrugle
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 colour deep down we all brothers
And regardless of the time
Somebody up there still love us
I'm a scuff and strugle wit
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 pumpin'...
(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...
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 that you
Been knowin for the longest
But some ain't missing a
Good thing until it's gone
Could have built an empire
If not for the jelouesy that devises
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
Aint no time seems right
The problems seem endless
But in times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
And if you feel you're out
The game then you need to get back init
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 in 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
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 shall it be
the wide and crooked or the shirt and narrow
we got one push to give and one life to live
stand up for something or lay 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)
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
coolio - can u dig it
Uh! yeah! what up?
Verse 1:
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
Chorus:
Can u dig it? *singing* can u dig it?
Can u dig it?
Can u dig it? *singing* can u dig it?
Can u dig it?
Verse 2:
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
Chorus
Verse 3:
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
Chorus, repeat 3x
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
Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
Bridge
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
That?s all the fuck that we had in the kitchen
A few years later,i pledge a legions to the set
I?m growin up but I ain?t grown yet
It?s funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain
I?m sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle
Pickin up scraps like a seagull
Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip
So I can put it in my pocket
Phoney easter bunny,santa claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain?t no motherfuckin way no how
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and I?m down with a maad group
Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em ?scroops?
Give me liberty or give me death
Cos a man without pride ain?t got shit left,huh
And now that I?m older with kids of my own
I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone
Get?cha self together,word is born
Cos a man can?t live on a can-o-corn
coolio - county line
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in back of them ready for a new sport
There?s 4-5 suckers way way in the back
Stooped down low with the crowd smokin? crack
They looking at me funny coz I got a record out
And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud
A forth of the people in the line be hookers
But the other forth betta ask help themself
A forth of the people having good faith
And all of the rest all fucked up in the head
A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph
Ain?t nothing changed but the time
I got to get mine, so I?m standing in the county line
Chorus:
This ain?t funny so don?t you dare laugh
Coz it?s all about money, ain?t a damn thing funny
This ain?t funny so don?t you dare laugh
You got to have the conned, and let?n them looking funny
Verse 2:
I walked through the front door to fill out my ap
Here comes another sap asking if I rap
I don?t say a word coz he know that I do
I?m down with the maad ass u know hoo!
I take a numer and a seat
I?m sweating from the heat
Somebody got their shoes off
I smell their feet
My number is 80, it?s still on 20
I look up at the clock and now is 10:30
Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please
Can I get my food stamps so I can leave
I got money and a car but they don?t really know it
Now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless
I?m living in a car drive back in the alley
But I use to shack up with a hooker named sally
Line after line
Ruff is the time
My life is in a bomb so I?m standing in the county line
-=chorus=-
Verse 3:
I?m sittin? at a desk talking to a social worker
She thinks I?m a fool but I know that I can work her
-punk ass ho? sittin? behind the window all toe up ass tramp
Rollin? that week sheets of mine
"you have a penetentry record"
-i said I know that biatch!
She wants to know what kind a work do I do
I said I haven?t worked since 1982
I can?t find a job though I looked and I looked
Took one hit of the crack and mistook
She sittin there wonderin? what did coz I did
And the whole time i?ma watchin like I?m smokin me a joint
Job search work the projects whackness
And in a few weeks I?d get my check
Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
So I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow
It?s 5:13 by the clock on the wall
Mothafuckez move so I can make a phonecall
Shit is getting late and the time is 29
That why so many niggas standing in the county line
-=chorus x 2 fade out=-
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
coolio - fantastic voyage
Come on y'all let's take a ride
Don't ya say shit just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
Grab you gat with the extra clip
And close your eyes and hit the switch
We're going to a place where everybody kick it, kick it, kickit
Yea that's the ticket
Ain't no bloodin
ain't no crippin
ain't no punk ass niggaz set trippin'
Everybody got a stack and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black
I wanna take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the tank, and I know that I can bring ya
If ya can't take the heat get ya ass out the kitchen
We on a mission
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide, slide slippity slide
I'm hittin switches on the block in a 65
Come along and ride on fantastic voyage
Slide slide hoo ride, ain't no valley low enough or mountainhigh
I'm tryin to find a place where I can live my life and
Maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice
A place where my kids can play outside without livin in fear of adrive by
And even if I get away from them drive by niggaz
I still gotta worry about them snitch ass niggaz
I keep on searchin and I keep on lookin
But fools are the same from Watts to Brooklyn
I try to keep my faith in my people
But sometimes my people be actin like they evil
You don't understand about runnin with a gang
Cause you don't bang
And you don't have to stand on the corner and slang
Cause you got your own thang
You can't help me if you can't help yourself
You better make a left
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide, slide slippity slide
I do what I do just to survive
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide slide hoo ride, that's why I pack my 45
Lifea a bitch and then you die
Still trying to get a piece of that apple pie
Every game ain't the same cause the game still remain
Don't it seem kinda strange ain't a damn thing changed
If you don't work then you don't eat
And only down ass niggaz can ride with me
Hip hop hop your 45 quickly down the block
Stay sucker free and shake the busters of your cock
You gotta have heart son if you wanna go
Watch this sweet chariot swing low
Ain't nobody crying ain't nobody dyin
Ain't nobody worryin everybody's tryin
Nothing from nothin leaves nothin
If you wanna have somethin you better stop frontin
What you gonna do when the 5 rolls by
You better be ready so you can ride
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide slide slippity slide if you're living in the city it's door die
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
Slide slide hoo ride you better be ready for the 5 rolls by
Just roll along (that's what you do)
Just roll along (that's right)
Just roll along (that's what you do)
Just roll along (that's right)
Do you want to ride with me
(REPEAT 9 TIMES)
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