Coolio - Get Up Get Down Lyrics
Verse one: malikaSteppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreckHold up just a sec coolio Im on deck (malika)Yes the diction is on pointCausin, friction when I flex up the jaw or hit the jointThat can actually give a blood mob like gottiLike the body cool, keep the scrap for the naughtyNiggie trippin why you scheme so dont step up with no bullshitSee that there its clip for this stickup on the hipPeep the correct way to get your pimp onLet me hit the bong oh and my minds quite strongWreck it nice and proper if its on Im finsta to stop herIf Im swingin for the knockout, best believe Im fit to drop herNinety-fives on pocket, representin I keep stompinThrow up my fists just like this when Im mobbinVerse two: shortyI killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five driveIm deep like d-cell with my crimson tide, niggaLike chaka khan, I tell you something goodIm hi-c like spike lee with a tale from the hoodYou need it, Ill feed it, baby check the sizeHave you goin down like mary j. bligeWhen its popping like this, you cant be a cowardShorty freaks *****in beats like adina howardMy squad, is hard, with players, and hustlersNo toleration, for fakers and busters*****in with me with all honestyYou get bombed rap songs coming constantlyBumpin g-15s, westside sceneKillin the competition, while making a *****in greenSo ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the rosieAnd I want you to know gChorus:We bust and cuss and kick up dustDont none of yall niggaz want to ***** with usSo whats the time? its time to get paidWhy you bust your rhyme? cause I got skillsWe bust and cuss and kick up dustDont none of yall niggaz want to ***** with usSo whats the time? its time to get paidWhy you bust your rhyme? cause thats how I bailVerse three: leek ratt (of 40 thevz)Watch me swallow this nickel and shit five penniesIm the locest of them all though the rat is kinda skinnyHow many linny and squidgy think they can see me?Im from compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beaniesBustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toeIf youre shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage showFor my stage show beat em up40 thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coastDogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em upGivin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop emFor poppin like to get what I got, and I aint got a whole lot of nuthinCuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when Im bustin or get to duckinCuz I aint given em nuthinFools cant get none, so ***** em!Verse four: psLet me rock the mother*****in micSmoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all nightI got jabs like a welterweight championThe pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packinQuick to get it crackinWent from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad menPull a trick out my sleeve like aladdinSome fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him likeLunch or dinner, hes just a beginner*****in with a winner, number one contender top dogHead nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs40 thevz, maad circle, cat, and crowbarBest to put your daughterwack ass rappers get tossed uptrying to come in here with that garbagemy crew see the dopest and the hardestSo clear the path or get your punk ass bogart-edChorus 1/2Verse five: ras kassI peep game and get recognized, biting on the hard liquorToothpick and beedy-dyin***** you got dealt, peeled your cap the other wayLike a reversible louis-vitton gucci beltAnd aint nothin crackinFor them niggaz steppin up with the funk Im packin tinactinCuz I be earnin stripes in tight bunchesAll the homies carry nines I carry rhymes with sucker punchesWhat? tootsie, my knees dont bendJust like that actor hoffman I be dustin off men oftenJay-walking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss andJaw wrecked that osten wont soften youre lost andSee arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like orkinStalkin lofts men to new york and in betweenSo take caution, leave the flossin for dental hygeineMental plus my gene equals nasty young bastardThe raps be lung mastered takin vinyl virginityCoincidentally I run shit like walter paytonNiggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a daytonI hit the face like ron carter at the corner whenC and b came strollinBlowin niggaz up like when mookies stupid ass got caught smokinFigure, your stigma is lack of enigmaSo *****-ass niggaz better step, like the delta sigma thetasVerse six: coolioWe dont give a *****, fools better duck39 deep in the back of winos truckLike robbin in the paint, fool think I aint?Your crew is on stank, thats why Im pullin rankI rev like a motor float on like a boat toKick a style like tical from here to north dakotaThe ambassador of funk with amps in the trunkAnd when its time to rock a mic I wont be no punkI bring death to the evil and power to the peopleMy name aint steve miller but I fly like an eagleDont play me for a chump, I get around like gumpAnd i, got more con in my verse than chuckAnd you dont want no mother*****in problems hereCuz I can round up a posse like paul revereYour whole crewll get took out, turned out, shook outBurned up like a cookout, so fools better look outVerse seven: wcFresh out the penalty boxSportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socksThe freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin staticWith lyrics still as tight as a straight jacketThe last in line but one of the first to get wit chaBringin more terror to mcs than a michigan militiaClick click boom, nigga ***** your crewIts the chanky hip-hopper, takin over pissin in your stage monitorSocket you think that you can ***** with mine in your wildest dreamsYou best to wake up and apoligizeNiggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz i, burn like parkerBut anyway, half of yall couldnt see me with a pair of blu blockersThe lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased khakisChuck taylors, my pistol grip tightDub-c, that nigga from westside maad circleAy man! ay ay.Whats up wino?Uh like loc, its like late, lets get the ***** up out of hereAre we out?Yeah yeah ***** it***** it, maad circle *****!
