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Coolio - Thought You Knew lyrics
Featuring Billy Boy PS] 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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