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
Verse 1: Coolio Now I've seen places and faces and things you ain't never thought about thinkin' if you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin' and smokin
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
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
Gotta Gotta get up to get down Gotta Gotta get up to get down Rhyme 1: What up everybody, so glad you're here it's Coolio wit' the flow back in 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
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
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
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
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
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
know what I'm talkin' bout My nigga coolio out there doing real big Doing some of the shit Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together You know we in trouble [Coolio
Come on y'all let's take a ride don't you say shit just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip coz you can't have the hop if
Verse 1: 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
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
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realise there's nuthin' left 'Cuz I've been blasting and laughing
Verse One: Malika Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) Yes the diction is on point Causin
nutsac burnin 'cross the stage in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool
