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Artist: Coolio
Album:  It Takes A Thief
Song:   N Da Closet

5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet
Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep
to the double-up spot cos the shit is comin cheap
It's 1984 and the rocks is all fat
Southern California, LA is where it's at
I'm smokin like a motherfuckin choo-choo train
Big cocaine inside my brain, aah
But nobody knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in CREAM, well now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow tooth grin
No bitches, no friends, no ins to spend
I'm stuck like a rat in a sticky ass trap
and I sold everything but my motherfuckin gat
I got a habit like a rabbit and I wanna stop it
but I can't cos I'm locked 'n da closet

Bridge:

Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my life
Listen homey

No rehabilitation, no wantin to talk to...
Doin crimes on every fuckin place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
Cos niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye
Mama's in the kitchen cookin rice
Daddy's in the pen doin life
Sister gotta husband, she's a wife
And I'm in the backyard hittin the pipe
It's been three or four months since I started usin
It's a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin
I go to the spots where my face ain't familiar
and I cook here jack cos I don't know these niggas
I'm livin like a peasant and it ain't pleasant
I think I need to change my direction
I got the five dollar piece now I'm all in the carpet
in the dark cos I'm locked 'n da closet

Chorus:

Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah

One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty
Disgusted because my own mama don't trust me
My sister's on the trip cos she knows I'm on the hit
And I can't take this shit
There's a rumour goin round that I'm puffin heavily
and my neighbours is lookin at me crazy, G
I guess they figured out that I broke in they house
and stole all they shit while they was out
My sister told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
and Pam let it slip to that bitch Roxanne
Roxanne told Bill and Bill told Duke
Now the whole hood knows that I play the flute
But before I lost my respect
I didda lick your dumb ass on a jet, SHIT!
Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to reality
Ain't no side effects or technicalities
There's one thing about it when your life is fucked
At the bottom the only way to go is up, aah
No more cocaine bitches
I kick the door off the motherfuckin hinges
I'm out the closet *screaming*

Chorus:

Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
let em have it

Someone's knockin at the door, somebody's ringin a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's goin to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Artist: Coolio
Album:  It Takes A Thief
Song:   On My Way To Harlem

Verse 1:

I know a place where the trees don't grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain't nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I've been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let's take a trip, and you don't need a grip
But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit
African-American, nothin but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain't no calm and
You better stay away if you're soft like Charmin
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to Harlem

Verse 2:

Now it's time to step into the light (Light)
Put up your dukes, there's gonna be a fight (Fight)
And when it's time to fight, you better fight right
Cause if it don't fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what I'm freakin on
Niggaz think I'm tweekin, but I'm speakin on
Subject matter, data
Information that I gather
Through my travels
Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can't stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven't caught a cap on the block *gunshot*
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem

Verse 3:

I know a place where the sun don't shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since I'm in the same boat
I must stay afloat
And sing every note
From the quotes that they wrote
So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates
If I had to be a slave I'd rather be in my grave
If I get in how many lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin
But he don't want my money, he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin
Rollin in a G ride on my way to Harlem
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Artist: Coolio
Album:  It Takes a Thief
Song:   Sticky Fingers

Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo, 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 hock all the shit and I never get 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 shit, 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 some fresh shit
Yeah, buddy, sht's 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 bitch 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 shit 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 too")
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Artist: Coolio f/ Billy Boy, PS
Album:  It Takes A Thief
Song:   Thought You Knew


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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Artist: Coolio
Album:  It Takes A Thief
Song:   Ugly Bitches


A bitch is a bitch and we all know
that a ho is a ho wit a toe-up slut so
if you're gotta have em, might as well be a fine one
but it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one
So they go and get a bitch that's lookin like Trixie
and Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties
A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker
and the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a hooker
Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson
Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin
Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin
But everytime I see her, you're beggin
Go get you a girl that got somethin goin
Get rid of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon
Now you wanna fight cos you're baggin on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

Chorus:

When I was young I used to have fun
fuckin with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
cos I went from rags to riches

They say 'beauty is skin deep' but goddamn weeded bitch
look like buckwheat mixed with opi
Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor
and her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up
Niggas started dissin and you blamed it on the gin
but the very next day you was with the bitch again
Now your ass is gettin clowned like Bozo
but that's what you get for fuckin with that ugly ho
I don't know what possessed you, nigga
Stand that hooker in front of a trigger
Spendin your time with a big goony-goo-goo
To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo"
Dig a ditch down in desperation
Send that monster on a permanent vacation
The girl is chop-top, but you don't listen
Cos some niggas like fuckin with ugly bitches

Chorus:

When I was young I used to have fun
fuckin with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
cos I went from rags to riches

Interlude

Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin he don't see me
Talkin with a bitch that look like a flea G
Holdin her hand as he walks thru the plaza
I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter
The girl is done so take her ass off the oven
Put her on a BOOM and send her back to the covent
Cookin up a plan in a big, black cauldron
And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin
into a trap cos now the whore is pregnant
9 months later and she's squirted on an insect
He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test
Now he's sendin child support in a big fat cheque
My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin liquor
One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her
Riches to rags and rags to riches
but that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

Chorus:

When I was young I used to have fun
fuckin with ugly bitches
It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had
came from some ugly bitches
When I was young I used to have fun
fuckin with ugly bitches
It seems kinda sad cos this pussy I had
came from some ugly bitches

Outro:

So you mean to tell me you fuckin with a bald-headed, ol' fat, lumpy,
droopy, crack baby look-a-like, cisco drinkin, loud, ignorant, fucked-up
teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down, once-a-month bleedin, butthead swap-meet,
AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch? Nigga what's
wrong wit you?
(That's alright. She take care of a nigga though, that's all I know nigga.
That's OK yeah, that's OK nigga)
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Artist: Coolio f/ J-Ro, Billy Boy
Album:  It Takes a Thief
Song:   I Remember

Verse One: Coolio

When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything momma put on my plate
Niggaz walked around packin B-B guns
Knock on yo' door and run, just for fun
We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel
to feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle
You could get a soda foe less than quarter, and
people used to speak even if they didn't know ya
We fought in the streets like little black soldiers
Shake hands, and still be friends when it was over
We used to play tag and, hide and go seek, or
hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but
now thangs changed, kids ain't the same
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains
I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers
Life was so simple then

Chorus One: ?

I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh
when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin brew
and now they drive-by (bay-bee)
I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh
when we used to play
shoot-em-up, up and down
but now they gang-bang (bay-bee)

Verse Two: Billy Boy

Well I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday
Runnin through the streets of Onessa P-A
I take you through my childhood step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dawg he ain't raise no punks
In the midst of the trees we learned how to thump
At the tender age of nine momma put us on a plane
Next stop -- the land of the insane
Compton California where the killers grow
Forced to live a life that I didn't know
Wore the wrong colors cause I didn't know the facts
Call her bitch, caught a case, caught a slug in my back
But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me
Now the fools better run cause this just driveby Billy
Little black boy from the East
forced to be a killer, but I can still remember

Chorus Two: ?

I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh
when we used to play
Domino, on the porch
but now they drive-by (bay-bee)

I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh
when we used to have
Army fights, in the smog
but now they gang-bang (bay-bee)

[Coolio] Back when I was a kid nigga
         We used to have this game called paperball
(Paperball?  What the fuck is that?)
         Get a piece of paper, ball that motherfucker up
         and play with it!  Hahahaha

Verse Three: J-Ro

I got Tha Alkaholik juice to wake ya up like a rooster
Back when I was young, I used to be a booster
Stealin candy from the sto', go to school, come up
I had the whole playground, chewin all my gum up
You know what I'm sayin?  Playin still to the chest
And I was the best, playin kickball at recess
I play Pop Warner, golden pairs for the losers
We used to hop corners on the fresh deuce cruisers
Playin Galaga, Space Invaders, eatin Reese's
I had all the women cause my tough skins had creases
And it's been that way since day one
Girls of the world ain't nothin but fun
I used to watch Dr. J, come through in the clutch
Remember New Zoo Review, and Starsky and Hutch
I remember lunchtime, we used to rhyme out loud
Peace to the Wop and the hip-hop crowd, I remember

Chorus One

Outro: ?

Ohhh, my life, no no
I do remember ohhhhhhhh
I know you do
I remember yesterday
I remember when we played
I remember yesterday, aoowwwwwww!
I remember, hell, when we used to play
in ghetto blocks through the dark
I rememmmmmberrrrrr
Yeahhh yeahhh yeahh
We used to play dominoes all night long
dominoes all night long
Yesterday, yesterday
Do you remember yesterday?  I remember yesterday
You remember remember remember remember...
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That's How It Is


Coolio: What up fow?
-Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you?
C: Try'n to get my hustles on, you know how it is
(right, right)
-What you doin' nowadays?
C: Hustlin', what you doin'?
-School, man. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man.
C: Right, well go then...hehe you know what I'm sayin', I'm tryin' to make money.

[Gunshots]

C: Ah shit, damn there it goes, ah shit!
- See there man, that's what I'm tryin' to do, get up out this muthafucka,serious
  man.I'm fed up with this shit. Nigger set trippin', I ain't even banging.
C: What
-You know what I'm sayin'? Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas steelin' my shit,  crackheads. I'm tired of this shit.
C: That's how it is around here though, man. You've been livin' around here    though man.
- Right, right but I'm tired of it.
C: Right,I here you, man.You know sumthin' though?
- What's up man?
C: As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka.
- Right.
C: That's how the ghetto is, man.
-You're right.
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Geto Highlites


What you gonna play now
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.

Every geto got a different name, but they all the same
So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact
Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs
To unwrap the strap before you know what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck
And broke all of the sills where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on account
This time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor  with pride
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homey just had a son no joking
I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke
And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy
And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense

To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras
Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites
To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress
Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites

Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the street playing craps
Niggas catchin dice with they feet
Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out
Cos he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now
One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch
Liscence and registration
"All I got is a drivers permit"
Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip
Welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays pop warner
Darks raided the dope spot
Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok
And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano
He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh
I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state
He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8

Hey the homiez kickin' it real
   Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like that in the hood
   Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name
That's right you know that's right

To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
The house parties that's gonna always get shot up
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites
To the negros real to stop the violence
All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites

The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs
Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat
Pulling sex in through his back
Now his momma ain't all black
And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
They carried their dead homey to his grave
Pour out a little liquor
Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting
thicker
Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs
For forty bucks so what's up
Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper
His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike
While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The little homey just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped
   That's right
OG's joining the nation and it's all good
Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood

Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks
Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites
Young niggas going to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank
Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites
This is just a little something for a nigga
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
Be your own good ride
   Right right
These are the geto hilites

Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.

Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.

to fade...
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GANGSTA'S PARADISE 
                  by COOLIO featuring L.V.
                              

   As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
   I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
   coz I've been blastin and laughin so long, that
   even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
   but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
   me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
   you better watch how you're talking, and where you're walking
   or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
   I really hate to trip but i gotta, loc
   As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
   I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
   on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight


   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise


   They got the situation, they got me facin'
   I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
   so I gotta be down with the hood team
   too much television watching got me chasing dreams
   I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
   got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
   I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger
   and my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
   death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
   I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
   I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
   the way things are going I don't know

   Chorus:
   
   Tell me why are we, so blind to see
   That the one's we hurt, are you and me
   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
                 
   Power and the money, money and the power
   minute after minute, hour after hour
   everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
   what's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's kickin'
   they say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
   if they can't undersstand it, how can they reach me
   I guess they can't, I guess they won't
   I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool


   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
   Tell me why are we, so blind to see
   That the one's we hurt, are you and me
   Tell me why are we, so blind to see
   That the one's we hurt, are you and me
   
   (fade out)
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Too Hot


Everybody listen up cuz I'm about to get my speak on
Fools be trippin' when it's time to get their freak on
Runnin' round town
Puttin' it down
Without no protection
Funny erection
When it's time for selection
What's your direction?
Before you make a choice you betta do some inspection
If you don't know my aim, an'
Don't know my game, then
Let me explain now
Aiesha slept wit' Mark
Then Mark slept wit' Tina
Then Tina slept wit' Javier
An' the first time he seen her
Javier slept wit' Loopy
An' Loopy slept wit' Rob
Cuz he was rollin' on beeds an' had a goodass job
Rob slept wit' Lisa who slept wit' Steve, an'
Steve was positive
H.I.V.
What started off as a plan
Ended up in the plot
Ya betta cool ya ass off
Cuz it's too damn hot....



(Chorus)
Oooh It's Too Hot
T  o  o   H  o  t
Too Hot lady
T  o  o   H  o  t
Gotta run for shelter
Gotta run for shade
It's Too Hot
T  o  o   H  o  t
Too Hot homie
T  o  o   H  o  t
Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made



Your doin' everything momma told ya not to do
Now you're tryin' to walk away cuz ya know it's true
Your sister can't explain, an'
Your mother's ashamed
to admit you both had the same last name
I don't have to ask you where you've been
Cuz the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn
A mind is a terrible thing to waste that was the slogan
But now it's '95 an' it's don't forget the Trojan
Explained it to her momma
Before somebody get her got her
Help her to the game with those smooth talkin' niggas
'Love' is the word
So is 'remember' it often heard
Latex
Safe sex
You better learn to get hip to the facts
Before you be yacko
End up in a box on your back
Sometimes ya axed me what you wanted
Get what you got
Don't get up in the plot
It's too damn hot...




-Chorus-




Another day in the city, an'
Know what a pity
Even though we did our duty things are still lookin' shitty
Everybody in the packstack tryin' to make some scraps
Walkin' in the rain but they ain't got no hat
Understand how we livin' in the 90's loc
Nuclear waste, cannibalism, and pistol smoke
Sex, lies, and videotape an' rape
Just a little public crime can seal your fate
We need to do something drastic shit
It's gettin' tragic
And if you don't believe me
Then go ask Magic
Everybody an' their momma preaching abstenence, these
Kids ain't checking for abster shit
So put a condom in their hand and hope it don't bust
Another victim of the lust
In God we trust
What started off as a plan
Ended up in the plot
Water can't cool it off cuz it's too damn hot....



-Chorus(extended)-
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