Coolio

Coolio - U Know Hoo lyrics

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[WC]
 aiyo Coolio  what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the
 lip
 talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up  and stuff like that  loc
 what's up?
 [Coolio]
 yeah  don't beleive everything you read  fool
 [WC]
 nah  they know what time it is
 but  you know  for those who don't know
 I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
 aiyo  G
 we're gon' do it like this
 why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
 [Coolio]
 right
 all you niggas run and tell a friend, um
 bad mutha fuckas is bad again
 MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
 if I tell I got a fo'ty four and
 I shoot they ass up like rifleman
 'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
 them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
 and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck
 so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky
 if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
 if you leaped up your seat you met your doom
 Big G could start a fight in an empty room
 you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
 Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
 I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
 (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
 {Chorus}
 brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
 I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who
 [WC]
 nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
 it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty
 stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
 getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
 the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
 yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas
 (I don't know)
 don't they know, um
 I gets busy like Illegal
 flow like water
 drop bomb shit like a seagull
 a janky ass nigga known to sag
 and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass
 diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
 decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats
 cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking
 and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
 and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
 nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
 these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
 I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
 but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
 (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
 {Chorus}
 [Coolio]
 another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
 it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
 I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
 turn it to the hook and kick in the door
 may all the traytons be forgot
 but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
 I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
 and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G
 cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
 you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to
 the O
 with the mutha fucking god damn flow
 so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
 wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus
 yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
 (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
 {Chorus}
 [Coolio]
 un huh
 all you punk ass mutha fuckas
 the real steel is in the heel for year feel
 brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
 we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch
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Copyrights:

Author: Artis Ivey, WC

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: It Takes a Thief (1994)

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