Coolio

Coolio - It Takes A Thief lyrics

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I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in
 I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter
 Suction cup  window up
 Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot
 38 special I don't wanna have to shoot
 I ain't no young  raw fresh recruit  uhh
 Steel toe boots  black khaki suit
 A real quick search and nobody's home
 just like I planned  now I'm home alone
 I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone
 and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone
 I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
 Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
 No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
 you better take some no doze
 Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
 throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
 Let me be brief, I'm on the creep
 I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief
 Chorus:
 Oh yeah! It takes a thief
 Yeah yeah! It takes a thief
 It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
 Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
 Oh yeah! It takes a thief
 Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief
 It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
 Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep
 I need a lick real quick-like
 My mind ain't wrapped tight
 I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night
 You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's
 dark
 So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the
 park
 Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
 No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings
 and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
 Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains
 I rob from the rich so I can get rich
 I ain't got shit so I take what I can get
 I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
 my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends
 Somebody out there's out to get me
 The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be
 I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief
 You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief
 Chorus x 1/2
 There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip
 and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit
 I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds
 and guns and big trash bags full o' weed
 I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
 so now I guess I'm the telephone man
 The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
 I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
 It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for
 I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door
 I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
 Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit
 I counted to five and the front door opened up
 I counted three more and the front door was shut
 I counted five more to give me some space
 then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
 I loaded up the van in broad daylight
 cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night
 I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
 and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief
 Chorus
 Outro:
 Oh yeah!
 Yeah yeah!
 Hey yeah!
 Just a reminder to let you know
 there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit
 So you better watch out, better watch your back
 Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit
 Know what I'm sayin
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Copyrights:

Author: Artis Ivey, George Clinton

Composer: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: It Takes a Thief (1994)

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