Fucc Coolio Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

[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.


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Kinda High Kinda Drunk Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Verse One:]
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!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
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

[Chorus]

Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H
SHIT!


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For My Sistas Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

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....

[Chorus]
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....

[Chorus]

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....

[Chorus]


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Is This Me? Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

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

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

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

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

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

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


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A Thing Goin' On Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

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 instantly we both became consumed 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 texture
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 pin 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 wrong and I 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


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Bright As The Sun Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

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]


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Recoup This Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

[Secretary:] This is how we do it... this is how we do it

[phone ring]

[Sec:] 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.

[Sec:] Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly.

[Door opens]

[Sec:] Mr Johnson, your 2:30 is here.

[Mr J:] Eh, send him in. Damn, your showing a little good today girl.

[Sec:] Mr johnson will see you now.

[Mr J:] He heey! Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be a star, didn't I?

[P:] Man, fuck being a star, I want some motherfucking money man, you ow me some money.

[Mr J:] Man, money! wha??

[P:] Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' about!

[Mr J:] Let me...

[P:] Fuck that!

[gunshot]

[Mr J:] AAOOWW! you didn't have to shoot me...

[P:] Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! It's too late for that shit!

[7 gunshots]

[Sec:] AAAW, You shot Mr Johnson!

[2 gunshots]

[P:] SHUT UP, BITCH!


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The Revolution Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise

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....

[Chorus]
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....

[Chorus]

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-a-cuffs put the pistols up and shoot 'em from
the shoulders to show that you can hold yours
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....

[Chorus]

When the Revolution come I'm gonna be straight loc
Goin' out in a cloud of pistol smoke
The Revolution come...........
........The Revolution come.............


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Get Up, Get Down Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : Gangsta's Paradise
(feat. Malika, Shorty, Leek Ratt, PS, Ras Kass, WC)

[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, friction when I flex up the jaw or hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the scrap for the naughty
Niggie trippin why you scheme so 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 fit to drop her
Ninety-five's on pocket, representin I keep stompin
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin

[Verse Two: Shorty]
I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee with a Tale 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 popping 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 coming 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

[Chorus:]
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 paid
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 paid
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail

[Verse Three: 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!

[Verse Four: 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 daughterWack 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

[Chorus 1/2]

[Verse Five: Ras Kass]
I peep game and get recognized, biting on 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
Cuz I be earnin stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes with sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often
Jay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
jaw wrecked that Osten 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 virginity
Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton
I hit the face like Ron Carter at the corner 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

[Verse Six: 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

[Verse Seven: 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!


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Intro Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[The sound of rain falling and a devil like voice laughing]

A man is heard running and breathing fast
[Scared Man:] Damn! Wha...

The running gets faster, the man is breathing faster, and he sounds
terrified. The devil's laughing is getting much louder

There is the sound of things being knocked over as if the man is trying
to hide and everything is in his way

[Scared Man:] What you want man? What you want from me?

[Devil:] Your soul!


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2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

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


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One Mo Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul
(feat. 40 Thevz)

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1, 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2, 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3, 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

[Chorus, Repeat 4X]


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The Devil Is Dope Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
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!)

[Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there]


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Hit 'Em Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul
(feat. Ras Kass)

It has
Come to my understanding that
There are those, who have questioned my skills
And abilities
Since it is thus
I must
Release it, myself
Forth with be thou repremanded
Hit'em!

Hocus
Focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the 40 jump yo ass like a pogo
You betta kick it 'cause I've been working on my mojo
Make your crew disappear like, dorthy and todo
Your trippen on me, because your girl want my thoto
Nigga, ya betta cheer before I send my homey home with your homey
Fools get creamed when they steps into my dojo
With the ghetto witch doctor sprinkling nerves on the voco
I deliver hits like my name was Fugi Moto
Platinum and gold all the way to Alcapulco
To all rappers in the national domestic and loco
Step to the fo'o get your ass rolled up like a rollo
Your points need bifocals
Ya betta try to see like todo
My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I play your ass like polo
I kick it solo
From here to soho
You ain't no man eating nigga
So yo home style is no no

Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!

Get that nigga, Get that nigga [during chorus]
I'm sticken niggas like mexicans in pentatensuries
The nigga is flinching
See everytime the niggas bitching me
Grew up off of avylon and century
With a hundred ways of illegal entery
Can't enter me
My momma fucked the uni-bomber thats why I'm blowing shit to smitherines
I'm like (du do ooo)
The nigga flyin gilatine
The illest things I bring
They not even devon take a swing
Before a nigga serve me
The 76's are gonna ring
Fuck ya team
Crowbar eat niggas up like Idi I mean
It's time we started serving niggas like they was dope feins
I smoke on label rosters when I rock like tha thing in the bucket doing
95 like Rodney king
Extreme anamosity
Your ultimate advisary
I'm like white blood cells fighty HIV inside a cappillary
I beat that ass blindfolded like a piniata
Scary, but prom night I was fucking Cary had her screaming Bloody Mary

Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!

What,Wipe that nigga off,Whats up Coo,Coo wipe this nigga off [in chorus]
Aight, wwwwait
It ain't over
I burn like a nova
It's tha
All seem all norm like mothafucking Yoda
I rock like baking soda
From comptom Pentacola
An when I drop I'ma cruch all ther bustas like a boda
So grab your hoe'a
An see if you can holda
I put bitches in paires on the Fantastic Voyage on the ship like Noah
I told ya
I'ma soldier
Wake that ass up like foldgers
Get the people what they want to
A little bit more
You don't know the score, what the hell you come in here for
Whip that ass like Grandpa used to do and leave it sore
Its the hardcore take your whole hood to war
Its time for all the bitch ass niggas to hit the door
Go home and get your pen and bruch up on your metaphors
Its the 40 muscateers cutting that ass up with swords
You be the prey I'll be the predator
Bring a present to the asshole
Niggas call me thor

Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em
Hit'em!
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Brrrrrrr stick'em ha ha ha stick'em
Hit'em
Hit'em!


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Knight Falls Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin ta get me

Its ten-o-clock
And darkness comes to my area
And every night its a little bit more scarier
The eleven-o-clock Monday news
Is more like a horror flick
People sure have changed
It seems that they enjoying this
Death and distruction
With no instruction
Leads to malfunction disruption and full consuption
How can I escape this mind state that im in
I been tryin but it seems that I can't win
I've fallen and I cant 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 wit cocaine
but it still dont ease my pain
Am I insane or a victim of my own fears
Whats goin on we suposed to be happy here
God dont make no junk thats what I been told
But it seems to me that God aint in control

[Chorus]
When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me

When night falls over the city
I gotta be ready cuz it feels like
Somebodys comin to get me

I need assistance
But all I get is resistance
I try to be presistant
But life can be gone in an instant
Im scared to turn around
Cuz I know somebodys watching
I can feel they evil stares
And I know that they plottin on me
An sceamin
I wish I was dreamin
If my mind was free
I could chase away the deamons
But it aint
And they still cant understand that
All I ever wanted in life was a chance to be a man
The some 'ol pattern
Its got me goin crazy loc
Descendent of a king but I feel like a rodo joke
Is this a sequal
Or all men created equal
The lies that you told told to the people back then
Now they is leathal
And now we swimmin in a pool like shark bait (shark bait)
Feel my pulse race
Have normal heart rate (heart rate)
And now im startin to feel like I might come up missin
I tried to tell somebody but nobody wouldnt listen

[Chorus]

Im feelin depressed stiffle
My life is triful
No famly,friends,or relations
So I stick with my rifle
And my pistol
Im seein stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass 22
Tear a whole in your grisle
Wont say ta say side
Cuz the up yours fell
Off the fall by the way side
So stay yo ass on the plate side
Theres 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
Give my please
Cant somebody help a gee
And will we fight this battle for eternety
I blame you cuz my mind is not my own
So dont blame me if I tresspass in yo zone
Im your creation
The pilot of a twisted nation
Guess this is what your facin

[Chorus]


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Ooh La La Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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?

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Bridge:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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!)

[Chorus:]
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!)
Ooh la la doo-wa-diddy (Woo-woo!)
Now, the kitty's kinda friendly

[Bridge, Repeat 1.5X]
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


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Can U Dig It Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

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]


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Can I Get Down One Time Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul
(feat. Malika)

[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]


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Nature Of The Business Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[Verse 1:]
[singing] It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
[rapping] I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down
Cause you and I go way back, and I know you done been around
These peeps that I know done put me up on some shit
Nigga, we could all come up loc, we could all make grips
Now I ain't talkin bout no bullshit ass flippin z's
I'm talkin Trump type access, they comin off a gang of keys
Now what exscuse you got to play?
You got a wife and baby on the way?
Well, that makes it mo better
We gon work this shit together
We gonna stack enough loochie to get your girls gift from Gucci
And send your baby to college and ain't no gettin caught
Cause we gon use the type of knowledge that they never tripped off of befo
They ain't even ready for this hellified shit we got in sto (That's right)
And I done used the G to hook up that manpower
Shit have the okay to folks taught Pillsbury how to push flour
Now all we gotta do is make sure this shit go through, partna (Right)
Now call your crew, cause we got work to do
[talking] It's a fifty-fifty chance that you can get stuck
And then snake eyes are crafted, and we shit outta luck
[singing] It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
[talking] But if we make this shit work the whole crew gon come up
With thousands in the Seiko's, Dane's, and fat pocketbooks.
[singing] It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

[Verse 2:]
[rapping] Next level in the game, homey, it's time to get this shit movin
We went up fifty keys on ?speck? and now we got some shit to prove it (Right)
We got the contacts in Vegas that's where we go got our troops
They'll be the ones in the casino lines dressed in blue suits
And afta Shorty, Vic, and Spider done picked up the shit
They gon lay low a few days to make the trip look legit (That's right)
But, just in case them niggaz get any fucked up ideas
We gon send Wino and Big Homie to watch our back with the gear (Right)
And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas)
We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice
The cool thing about her is that if she get caught
It's still all in the family so she ain't gonna sell a nigga out
[talking]
Aight, then, maybe they should get a U-Haul pack that shit in a matress
[rapping]
Nah, they best go Greyhound, it's still the same as motherfuckin taxes
And all we gotta do is hold our breath about three more days
And cross our fingers, and hope nobody get popped along the way
[talking] You can make this quick lick and be set up for life
But if your ass get stuck, I hope it ain't your third strike
[singing] It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
[talking] And them things you last expect, sometimes out there waitin
But I hope you understand if you caught then you ain't got shit to say
[singing] It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose

[Verse 3:]
[talking] Everything is goin according to plan
This shit is on its way to the man, to the man
Sit next to the goddamned man (Right)
But there's one thing you should know
There's some bustas on the bus talkin loud and drinkin and actin the fool,
That shit ain't cool (Say what?)
Now, I don't want to have to switch this loc
So, send some bodies to the next stop to get this under control
(They on they way)
But be aware that they all wearin navy uniforms
And they got medals and patches and shit, they think that say Desert Storm
And they got "Gung Ho" written all over they chest
So tell Lek Ratt, D-Dog, P.S. to wear they vest
It's gettin kinda cold out here so I'ma have to be gone
[sirens and helicopters]
Wait, here that? Oh, I think somethin wrong [gunshots]
What's Up? Baby, what's goin on, man? What! What the fuck happenin?
Aw, shit, my nigga, I'ma have to face shit
I think somebody set us up, there's feds all over the place
[rapping] That's the name of the game, that's the way the game go
Sometimes you rise high, and sometimes you sink low
[singing] It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
[rapping] If you make it back to the hood then I'll see you around
But if they got somebody watchin, then stay your ass outta town
[singing] It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose
It's the nature of the business
It's the smugglers who lose
It's the roll of the dice
That you can't afford to lose


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Homeboy Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul
(feat. Montell Jordan)

A homeboy is someody that
Got your back weather you right or wrong
Somebody that
Exepts you for what'cho are
Not what'cho got on
What'cho can do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what im talkin bout

Friends im a yellows happy
And not that maby
The chance of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seens that there really aint a damn thing you can do
Cuz since the 70's
It seems everybodys been rolling wit a crew
A team a gang a possy or some type click
And if your firm aint think
Then your swab becomes bitched
Be extra careful or the ones you call your partner
Cuz what they really is is a busta out ta rob ya
And where ever your strength has been
Your guided clips and a
Wolf and sheeps clothing
Cuz some of yall aint knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And we done been through things they still aint even thought of yet
A good homie is hard to come by
But most time you get done by the ones you trust most
So I gotta make a toast
To my tried and tested
And strait up for reel
Those pull yourself some x-o
This one heres for you

[chorus]
I done fly one hell
Walk on water
But im damn sure your partner
You can count on me to the end
Get a pen nigga
You can call me homeboy
If I gotta quater
Then you gotta dime
And you can call me up no matta what the time
If you watch my back then ill watch yours
Nigga you can call me homeboy

Now I done met a lot of haters in my life time
That I woulda smoked if I woulda had a tech-9
But here I stand as a man
And im free ta say
Im hella glad that my momma didnt raise me that way
And the homies I grew up wit
Locs I threw up wit
Is the kinnda fools that you dont wanna buck wit
Why does it seem that the good brothas die
And the evil brothas live
And prosper and multiply
Faster here at sea to the left hand side
Wont some many dirt for the homies that expired
I hope you rest in peace
And when its time for my realease ill
Meet'cha at the crossraods dippin in the loll lows
But until then ima keep my rolls slow
My flow wont tite say rollin wit the flow oh
This is comin from the one and only
And like MC Shares said ill never leave ya lonely

[chorus]

Me and you is like family
And everbody know that we go back to back
And we go toe ta toe
Comin from the west
Where the sets run thick
Where brothas eat the bang or try ta make a grip
I cross my heart and hope die
I never lie
I run out on mine anywhere any time
Me and my homies dont get involved wit
That he say she say
But if you lost you see to ass whoppin
With your thing mystery player
Decken like tekken
So show some respect
When respect is given to you
And whatch out for the 42
Fake curve
And fool who got the nerve
To pretend they was there
When last month they wasnt even around
Westcoast Eastcoast and worldwide
My homies in the pen
And my homies that lived and died
Im still the same little nappy head brotha from the eastside
And you can call me homeboy

[chorus]


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Throwndown 2000 Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he walks through

[Verse 1:]
If there be a dope beat then all y'all see
Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique
Freak yo physique and you betta not compete
Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep
Never comin' cheap, forty creep
And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep
I steal money from the rich
And give it to the poor, it's
Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are
Bring it from the back and bring it to the front
Cause you gotta give the people what they want
Now hump, do the stomp to the butt
Big homie shake your gut
As long as you get your ass up
It's a party over here
and let me make it clear
40 Thevz is the crew
So you better come anew
Ain't a damn thing change since the first one
And if you didn't hear the album go get one (One)

[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he walks through.

[Verse 2:]
Here come the thief on the old school beat
And I never knew the meaning of the word "defeat"
The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes
Yet, fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
And block their ass like Mutumbo
Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga
It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station
Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall
And what if hip hop had to take a great fall
And what if rhyme was a crime
And each and every time
That you spit a dope line
You might have to do some time
Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town
But Coolio will be ready for the showdown

[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down' like your 'posed to
and pass a joint to the loc when he roll through

[Verse 3:]
If the shoe fit, put it on and stick
And if your ass uncash don't let your mouth write no check
Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch
Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich
From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4-0
This hip hop that I'm holdin' I'll make it move your hoe
It's the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken
Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open
You can't understand how I do it
I'm just true to it
I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent
Uh, let it ring, let it rip
Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don't you let the record skip
Synchronize the watch, cause the party don't stop
Till the neighborhood watch call the cops
It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran
Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section)

[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwndown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and pass the brew to the loc when he roll through
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he roll through.
Fool!


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Interlude Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

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


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My Soul Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

[Violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his throat to signal that he is ready]

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
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

[Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times]


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Let's Do It Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul

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!

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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)

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
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

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

[Bridge: Repeat 2X]
Take, take your time (Take, take your time)
Take your time (Take your time)
Take your time (Take your time, get to it)

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]


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C U When U Get There Lyrics

Artist : COOLIO
Album : My Soul
(feat. 40 Thevz)

[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'
pretending not to loc'in but you're broken
let me get you open
now little Timmy got his diploma and
little Jimmy got life
and Tamika round the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
the other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his 20
and when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny
but who's the dummy, cause you just lost a hustler
a down ass brother been replaced by a buster
and though I got love for you, I know I can't trust you
cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dusters
and just because of that you act like you don't like a brother no more
I guess that's just the way it go
I ain't tryin' to preach, I believe I can reach
but your mind ain't prepared
I'll see you 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

[Verse 2: Lek Ratt (of 40 Thevz)]
More temptation than faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an AK
the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business
cause it's way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
so you don't get caught slippin' when they come and do all the gettin'
life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big heart
some of us gotta run a little faster cause we gotta later start
but I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
and if everybody's a sinner then everybody could ba a winner
no matter you rag color deep down we all brothers
and regardless of the time somebody up there still love us
I'm gonna scuffle and struggle until I'm breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
always keep reachin' be sure to grab hold of something
I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sounds bumpin'

[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

[Verse 3: PS (of 40 Thevz)]
You need to loosen up
and live a little
and if you got kids let them know how you feel
and for your own sake give a little
oh, you don't want to hear that
you busy tryin' to stack
and keep up with the Jones' taking advantage of your own
the realest homies that you've 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 jealousy that divides us
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
I know time seems strife
and the problems seem endless
but at times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you fell you're out the game then you need to get back in it
cause' 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:]

[Coolio]
As we walk down the road of our destiny
and the time comes to choose which it gonna be
the wide and crooked, or the straight and narrow
we got one voice to give and one life to live
stand up for something or lie down in your game
listen to the song that we sing
it's up to you to make it be
I guess I'll see you when you see me

[chorus fade out]


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Shining Moon Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

Don't the moon look pretty
Shining down through the trees
Don't that shining moon look pretty, baby
Shining down through the trees
You know I can see my baby
When he can't see me

Yeah, I tiptoe to his window
Just to see my baby snore
I tiptoe to his window
Just to see how sweetie snores
You know it makes me feel like jumping, lord, lord
Through the keyhole in his door

Come crawl up to your window
Let me whisper in your ear
Come on and crawl up to your window, darling
Let me whisper in your ear
You know, I got somthing to tell you, baby
I don't want that girl around here
...keep her away


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State Trooper Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

New Jersey Turnpike
Riding on a wet night
'neath the refinery's glow
Down where the great black river flow

Licence, registration:
I ain't got none
But I got a clear conscience
'bout the things that I done

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me

Maybe you got a kid
Maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's
Been bugging me my whole life

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't ya stop me

Well, in the wee wee hours
Your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers
Gonna lead me to my baby

Radio's jammed up
with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk
'til you lose your patience

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't ya stop me

Hey, somebody out there
Listen to my last prayer,
Heigh-ho Silver oh,
Deliver me from nowhere


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Me And The Devil Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

Early this morning, he knocked on my door
Early this morning he knocked on my door
I said "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go"

Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side
Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side
Well, I'm goin' to beat my man until I get satisfied

He says I don't do him right
That I dog him around
Well, babe, you know you ain't treating me right
He says I don't do him right
that I dog him around
Well, it must be this old evil spirit
So deep down within the ground

You may bury my body down by the highway side
...oh, babe I don't care what you do with my body
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride

Early this morning, he knocked on my door
Now me and The Devil are walking side by side
Side by side


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Decoration Day Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

I had a man, who's good and kind in his way
Yeah I had a man, sweet and kind in his way
Lord, he died and he left me
and I sing the blues on every decoration day

Lord I was standing, standing 'round my baby's bed
Well, my Lord, my lord he take my baby away
Why, why, why, why
when your soul don't come back
Lord, I hung my head and cried

Said, now baby please please don't worry
Said, now baby please please don't worry
'cause everybody's gotta go
Why, why, why, why
The best man, God knows, I ever had

All day, that Sunday
I just hung my head and cried
So sad, that Sunday
When my Lord he take my baby
Why, why, why, why
I need my baby on some old lonesome day
and I sing the blues on every decoration day
on every decoration day


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Baby Please Don't Go Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

Now, baby, please don't go
Now, baby, please don't go
Now, baby, please don't go back to New Orleans
You know I love you so, you know I love you so

You got me waiting here
You got me waiting here
Before a ??
Baby, please don't go
Baby, please don't go

Don't you call my name
Don't you call my name

Well you got me way down here
On a ball and chain
Oh, baby, please don't go
Oh, baby, please don't go

Now, baby, please don't go
Now, baby, please don't go
Now, baby, please don't go back to New Orleans
You know I love you so, you know I love you so
...no, don't go


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Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

I'll never get out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive
Well he gone and left me
I don't know what I'll do the rest of my life

Drinking black coffee and smoking cigarettes
Drinking black coffee, yeah, and smoking cigarettes
I can't see no use to try

I'll never get out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive
He gone and left me
Says he'll never come back home

I'll never come out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never come out of these blues alive
He gone and left me
I don't know what I'll do the rest of my life

Working up a sweat all night long and jumping over my bed
? sweat all night long and jumping over my bed
I can't see no use to try

Well, I'll never, never come out of these blues alive
I'll never, never come out of these, out of these blues alive
You know I miss him
? to the day I die


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Take Me Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

Take me to the river
and we'll watch the water roll
Take me in your warmth
and you'll fill my empty soul

Come on and take me, take me, take me
Come on and take me, take me, take me

Take me to the ocean
where the water never run
Take me in your love
and I'll be your lifetime friend

Come on and take me, take me, take me
Come on and take me, take me, take me

Take me to the storm
where the thunder meets the light
Take me in your gentle arms
and I'll love you through the night

Come on and take me, take me, take me
Come on and take me, take me, take me


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Forgive Me Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

They tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
They tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
Well, if that's the case, that's the case
I think I'm going to kill that man
Then drop down on my knees

Well, this morning, God knows, that man he comes a-waltzing in
Just waltzing in
Well, I got my shotgun, I broke down
I started to mow that man down

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you
If that's the case now, people
I'm gonna mow my baby down

You don't put yourself out, you don't put yourself out
You don't treat Margo right, you don't treat Margo right
Now darling, there come a time
You're gonna need my love again

They tell me God forgives me for almost anything you do

You don't seem to understand
I've got your life right in my hands

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
Anything you do
Well, if that's the case, that's the case
I think I'm going to kill that man
Then drop down on my knees

This morning, God knows, that man he comes waltzing in
Just waltzing in
Well, I grabbed my shotgun, I broke down
I started to mow that man down

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
If that's the case now, people
I'm gonna mow my baby down
I'm gonna mow my baby down
I'm gonna shoot that man

You don't put yourself out, you don't put yourself out
You don't treat Margo right, you don't treat your baby right
Now darling, there come a time
You're gonna need my love again

Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything
Anything you do


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Crossroads Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : Whites Off Earth Now!!

I went to the crossroads
fell down on my knee
I asked the Lord above me for mercy
"Save Bob, if you please"

Standing, standing on the crossroad
Yeah, I try to flag a ride
Don't nobody seem to know me
just everybody passing me by

I went down to the crossroads
fell down on my knee
I asked the Lord above me for mercy
"Save Bob, if you please"

Standing, standing on the crossroad
I try to flag a ride
Don't nobody seem to know me
just everybody passing me by

I'm standing on the crossroad, baby
Yeah, I think I'm sinking down
Sinking, sinking down


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Mining For Gold Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

We are miners, hard rock miners
To the shaft house we must go
Pour your bottles on our shoulders
We are marching to the slow

On the line boys, on the line boys
Drill your holes and stand in line
'til the shift boss comes to tell you
You must drill her out on top

Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner when he is still young
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
and I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold

Yes, I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold


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Misguided Angel Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
though he's wild and he's bad
and sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied"

I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the life that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
it's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses"

I said "Sister, don't you understand?
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life
It's time to let them go and become my wife"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead


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To Love Is To Bury Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

I buried him down by the river
'cause that's where he liked to be
and every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly

He and I were married
By this river 'neath this willow tree
and with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me

To me he was Earth
and I rooted in his soil
I to he was Sky vast and free
of the burdens from which he toiled

Then one night a terrible fight
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me

They say to love is to bury
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river 'neath this willow tree
Becoming one of Earth and Sky


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Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

I only want to say
That if there is a way
I want my baby back with me
'cause he's my true love
my only one don't you see?

And on that fateful day
Perhaps in the new sun of May
My baby walks back into my arms
I'll keep him beside me
forever from harm

You see I was afraid
to let my baby stray
I kept him too tightly by my side
and then one sad day
he went away and he died

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own
Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
someone I really could care for

I only want to say
That if there is a way
I want my baby back with me
'cause he's my true love
my only one don't you see?


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I Don't Get It Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

Breaking away to the other side
I wanna make sense of why we live and die
I don't get it, I don't get it

I ask my friends if they understand
They just laugh at me and watch another band
They don't worry, they don't worry

Lookin' for a way to lose my load
I wanna make it easy to walk this road
I can't find it, yeah I can't find it

Yeah, I'm looking for answers in so many places
I open my mind
I don't get it

Walkin' this earth and keepin' my peace
I do what I want but the price is steep
It don't seem right, it don't seem right

My mama she told me "One step at a time
and sooner or later you'll walk that line"
I don't want to, I don't want to

Takin' my time to live and die
I wanna find a way to do it right
and I ease on, and I ease on

They say "One thing always leads to another"
I open my mind
I don't get it

Breaking away to the other side
I wanna make sense of why we live and die
I don't get it, I don't get it
I don't get it, I don't get it
I don't get it


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I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
His song's too blue to fly
The midnight train is a-winding low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time keeps crawling by
The moon is gone behind the clouds
To hide his face and cry

Have you ever seen a robin weep
When leaves have turned to brown?
Like me he's lost his will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple haze
and as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry


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200 More Miles Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
like a signal fire

I got Willie on the radio
a dozen things on my mind
and number one is fleshing out
these dreams of mine

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

In Nashville there is a lighter
in a case for all to see
it speaks of dreams and heartaches
left unsung

And in the corner stands a guitar and
lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand
I don't travel past, travel hard before
and I'm beginning to understand

That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

They say that I am crazy
my life wasting on this road
that time will find my dreams
scared or dead and cold

But I heard there is a light
drawing me to reach an end
and when I reach there, I'll turn back
and you and I can begin again

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows
for one hour of this night

Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
like a signal fire


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Dreaming My Dreams With You Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

I hope that I find what I'm reaching for
The way that it is in my mind
I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore
and maybe to have learned this time

Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss
Dreaming my dreams with you

But I won't let it change me, not if I can
I'd rather believe in love
and give it away as much as I can
To those that I am fondest of

Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss
Dreaming my dreams with you

Someday I'll get over you
I'll miss dreaming with you
Someday I'll get over you
I'll miss dreaming with you
Someday


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Working On A Building Lyrics

Artist : COWBOY JUNKIES
Album : The Trinity Session

Working on a building, a Holy Ghost building
For my Lord, for my Lord
If I was a drunkard I tell you what I'd do
I would quit my drinking and work on that building too

Working on a building, a Holy Ghost building
For my Lord, yeah for my Lord
If I was a liar I tell you what I'd do
I would quit my lying and work on that building too

Working on a building, it's a Holy Ghost building
For my Lord, yeah for my Lord

Working on a building, it's a Holy Ghost building
For my Lord, yeah for my Lord
If I was a singer I tell you what I'd do
I would keep on singing and work on that building too


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