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 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?.
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 lockin' but you're brokin'.
I remember sky. It was blue as ink. Or at least I think. I remember sky. . I remember snow. Soft as feathers. Sharp as thumb tacks. Coming down like lint.
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate. And I ate everything momma put on my plate. Niggaz walked around packin' B-B guns. Knock on yo' door and run, just for fun.
i like girls. you like the good i like the bad ones. freaky and the mad ones. sexy and the bad ones. girls i like any colour flavour. choclate vanilla.
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 lockin' but you're brokin'.
Verse 1:. Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star. So stay back far. You better understand who the macks are. A brand new invention is my intention.
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Modern society, get hip quick. Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick. Suckers like jockin for a large extent. Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent.
Yo, Eiht and Chill. It's a rumour going around sayin. Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough. Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that. Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started.
(Everything I do gon' be funky). . (This is serious business). (I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal) (4x). (This is serious business). (Compton's in the house).
Stiggety step right up here goes your pusher. Dressed in black, dealing from bud to crack. But the pusher don't know that I'm trying to scheme. And if he let me get to close I might dope fiend.
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin. Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin. Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart.
Scratching: [I can make you dance...][I Don't think so]. [I can make you dance...][On the dance floor baby..]. . I don't dance because that just aint my style..
Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. Flow some mo' Co shit. . My skit is sick. My skit is sick. My skit is sick. My skit is sick.
Yeah yeah, now check the method. . No time to get all excited, just write it. From the inside let the pen slide, and spread. The ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?).
Intro: Common. Yeah one two bless. Yeah yeah check it. I got my mellow Sean Lett. He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style. Eighty seven you know the bidness check it.
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop. To the beat ya'll and you don't stop. Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop. 1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop. Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop.
Tru records. Tru records. Bitch I'm a soldier. Tru records. Tru records. Don't want to war with us. Tru records. Bitch I'm a soldier. Tru records. Don't want to war with us.
Please baby look in my eye. (Look in my eye). And let me put my dick in your mouth. (My dick in your mouth). Girl, please don't you act like you're shy.