Before I go to work I drink me a tall glass
 My crew know  then climb through the window
 And eye the VCR  and load it in the Pinto  huh!
 Yes I'm on my way to the bait
 or should I say the pawn shop  but I don't smoke rocks
 Some people say I'm crazy and they think I'm on crack
 Cause I clock on the grip and I never give it back
 Coolio loco, you better call Bronco
 Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
 Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
 Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
 Bandit, underhanded, yes I'm skanless
 Snake in the grass fool, I'm taking chances
 If the price is right, you can call me a killer
 Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger
 ("But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
 ("I ain't never got gaffled like that" - JD)
 ("Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers)
 ("What you doin stickin in that people's window?" - Richard Pryor)
 ("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
 ("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
 ("Gimme that...") big gold chain
 ("That's the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.)
 Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
 You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
 I takes no lip, carryin no drama
 If I can't get you I bust a cap on your momma
 I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
 My trenchcoat is long, and now I got a fresh kit
 Yeah, buddy, thief lookin good
 Gets much props and respect from the hood
 Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
 Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
 But I don't pimp no trick for my dough
 They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe


 Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster
 They follow me round the store because they know that I'm a booster
 Tell me what you want and I'll be the stealer
 Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers
 ("Coolio...")
 ("First they do' ring, now they mob ring")
 ("Told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane)
 ("Give it up, give it up, give it up")
 I don't wanna go to jail cause I don't like the lockup
 Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
 One plus three equals four for the knockout
 Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut
 You better hide your grip, if you wanna keep it
 I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin
 I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
 Never said I was the best, but I'm damn sure the loc'est
 Up, up, and away, like a rocket
 Some fool got shot, now I'm goin through his pockets
 He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin
 And when I get to hell I'ma act like I don't know him
 I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor
 And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door
 Let me be free for I'm a thief and a gangster
 Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers
 ("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them
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