Coolio - Thought You Knew текст песни

Verse 1: ps

Never gave a fuck and I still dont

So save your lectures, ima 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 yknow I dont give a fuck, I was starvin

You better hide your daughter cos Im 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 Im 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 Im from the eastside

Where the niggas do or die

Representin like a dream

Cos circles 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 spots not hot

You can find billy boy rollin down your block

Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos thats 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 cant live without money

So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot

Cos I cant fuck without my hoes

And I cant hit no switch without the 6-4

Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me

But I wont be gettin back in the cpt

Chorus:

Niggas tryin to give me stuff

Billy boy dont give a fuck

First I warn you with my rhyme

Then Ill fuck you with my 9

Dont give your plees cos I dont bang

But Im down to fully slang

40 thevz end down your crew

Cos circles 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 dont wanna see me out the motherfuckin front

Dont 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 dont wanna see

You aint nuttin but a pistol thats 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

Aint 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 dont give a fuck whatcha got or who you know

Step to the maadness, your ass gotta go

Aint a damn thing changed but only the year

East coast, west coast get the *? creer? *

You dont wanna see my crew

Cos circles deep I thought you knew