Coolio

Coolio - Thought You Knew songtekst

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Verse 1: PS
 Never gave a fuck and I still don't
 So save your lectures  I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life
 A young BG deranged in the brain
 The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang
 Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
 Really can I make your ass rest in peace?
 No need to waste my energy squabbin
 Quick to pull the trigger  put your ass in a coffin
 Never been a baller but I trap many ballin
 Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin
 You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick
 and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
 Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her
 mother
 Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
 Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
 and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat
 Chorus:
 Bitches ridin on my bit
 Niggas hit me up and shit
 But I'm from the Eastside
 Where the niggas do or die
 Representin like a dream
 Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
 Verse 2: Billy Boy
 Uh, uh, uh
 As I crack dice from one hood to the next
 Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques
 I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up
 Keepin motherfuckers on the duck
 You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
 but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
 I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
 If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
 In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
 you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block
 Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way
 and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do)
 I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
 You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top
 LA hustlers can't live without money
 So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot
 cos I can't fuck without my hoes
 And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
 Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me
 but I won't be gettin back in the CPT
 Chorus:
 Niggas tryin to give me stuff
 Billy Boy don't give a fuck
 First I warn you with my rhyme
 then I'll fuck you with my 9
 Don't give your plees cos I don't bang
 But I'm down to fully slang
 40 Thevz end down your crew
 cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
 Verse 3: Coolio
 I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
 Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
 Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches
 Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
 You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front
 Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool
 R-E-S-P-E-C-T
 C-O-O-L-I-O G
 M to the A, A to the D
 A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see
 You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile
 I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle
 Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
 Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack
 See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
 First you diss my city then you choke
 *cough*
 Chorus:
 C-O-M-P-T-O-N
 Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin
 I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know
 Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go
 Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year
 East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?*
 You don't wanna see my crew
 Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Artis Ivey

Componist: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

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Uitgegeven in: 1994

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: It Takes a Thief (1994)

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