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