U Know Hoo Lyrics - Coolio

Aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools? 

Always poppin' off at the lip, talkin' about the last sucka 

To fuck up and stuff like that, loc, what's up? 

Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool 

Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those 

Who don't know, I think it's time that we step to the mic 

And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like this 

Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc? Right 

All you niggas run and tell a friend, um 

Bad mutha fuckas is bad again 

M.A.A.D. Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and 

If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman 

'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan 

Them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up 

And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck 

So throw your mutha fuckin' M in the sky 

If the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye 

If you leaped up your seat you met your doom 

Big G could start a fight in an empty room 

You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes 

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon 

I don't give a fuck about you or your crew 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street 

It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell booty 

Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket 

Paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C 

The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it 

Yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas? 

I don't know, don't they know, um, I gets busy like Illegal 

Flow like water, drop bomb shit like a seagull 

A janky ass nigga known to sag 

And like Old English, I'm settin' mutha fuckas on they ass 

Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow 

Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down they throats 

'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackin' 

And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is causin' static 

And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static 

Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it 

These ol' whack ass niggas gettin' popped for record deals 

I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills 

But that's alright because I gotta kill a crew 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla 

It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar 

I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it 

Turn it to the hook and kick in the door 

May all the traytons be forgot 

But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots 

I always feel like somebody's watchin' me 

And even though you're watchin', you can't stop a G 

'Cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see 

You might build a rep but not on the C 

Double O to the L to the I to the O 

With the mutha fuckin' goddamn flow 

So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket 

Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causin' ruckus 

Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass you know who 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Brothers of the mother M.A.A.D. Circle 

I'm down with the M.A.A.D. ass u know hoo 

Uh huh, all you punk ass mutha fuckas 

The real steel is in the heel for year feel 

Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah 

We're not cookin' ya crew, beeyotch