Coolio - U Know Hoo Lyrics
[wc]Aiyo coolio, whats up with all these fools always poppin off at the lipTalkin about the last sucka to ***** up, and stuff like that, loc, whats up?[coolio]Yeah, dont beleive everything you read, fool[wc]Nah, they know what time it isBut, you know, for those who dont knowI think its time that we step to the mic and set the record straightAiyo, gWere gon do it like thisWhy dont you tell em who youre down with loc[coolio]RightAll you niggas run and tell a friend, umBad mutha *****as is bad againMaad circles in the house for the ninety fo andIf I tell I got a foty four andI shoot they ass up like riflemancause I never wore a suit made by dapper danThem punk mutha *****as be hittin me upAnd I hit em right back cause I dont give a *****So throw your mutha *****ing m in the skyIf the nigga next to you aint down, bust him in the eyeIf you leaped up your seat you met your doomBig g could start a fight in an empty roomYou ***** with me, you gotta ***** with crazy tunesWino, billy boy, p.s. and spoonI dont give a ***** about you or your crew(Im down with the maad ass you know who){chorus}Brothers of the mother maad circleIm down with the maad ass you know who[wc]Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the streetIts the one nine nine fo and *sniffing* I smell bootyStank ass skag mutha *****a wanna basketGetting paid by you niggas from the nigga dub cThe quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust itYo coolio, whats up with these punk mutha *****as(I dont know)Dont they know, umI gets busy like illegalFlow like waterDrop bomb shit like a seagullA janky ass nigga known to sagAnd like old english, Im setting mutha *****as on they assDiggin graves for the braves, thats a trade when I flowDecapitating rappers and pissin down they throatsCause Im the, rusty mac pistol mackingAnd like mike tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)And jabbin stabbin mutha *****a you dont want staticNineteen ninety fo and you cowards all done had itThese ol whack ass niggas getting popped for record dealsIm broke cause it take no skills to pay the billsBut thats alright because I gotta kill a crew(Im down with the maad ass you know who){chorus}[coolio]Another day, another dollar, Ill be there when ya hollaIts the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholarI dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold itTurn it to the hook and kick in the doorMay all the traytons be forgotBut if youre steppin to the circle well connect your dotsI, always feel like somebodys watchin meAnd, even though youre watchin, you cant stop a gCause I been where youre goin and I know what you seeYou might build a rep, but not on the c, double o to the l to the I to the oWith the mutha *****ing God damn flowSo, ***** it, ***** it, fo niggas in a bucketWit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckusYo be a fool tryin to step to the crew(Im down with the maad ass you know who){chorus}[coolio]Un huhAll you punk ass mutha *****asThe real steel is in the heel for year feelBrand new, were nowhere a year ago, yeahWere not cooking ya crew, beeyotch
