U Know Hoo! (LP版) - Coolio
Aiyo Coolio what's up with all these fools
Always poppin' off at the lip talkin' about the last sucka
To f**k up and stuff like that loc what's up
Yeah don't believe everythin' you read fool
Nah they know what time it is but you know for those
Who don't know I think it's time that we step to the mic
And set the record straight aiyo G we're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc Right
All you niggas run and tell a friend um
Bad mutha f**kas is bad again
M A A D Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and I shoot they a** up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha f**kas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a f**k
So throw your mutha f**kin' M in the sky
If the ni**a next to you ain't down bust him in the eye
If you leaped up your seat you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
You f**k with me you gotta f**k with crazy tunes
Wino Billy Boy P S and Spoon
I don't give a f**k about you or your crew
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Ni**a clear the lane get the kids off the street
It's the one nine nine fo' and I smell booty
Stank a** skag mutha f**ka wanna basket
Paid by you niggas from the ni**a Dub' C
The quicker to sticker sucka ni**a killa bust it
Yo Coolio what's up with these punk mutha f**kas
I don't know don't they know um I gets busy like Illegal
Flow like water drop bomb sh*t like a seagull
A janky a** ni**a known to sag
And like Old English I'm settin' mutha f**kas on they a**
Diggin' graves for the braves that's a trade when I flow
Decapitatin' rappers and pissin' down they throats
'Cause I'm the rusty mac pistol mackin'
And like Mike Tyson baby my style is causin' static
And jabbin' stabbin' mutha f**ka you don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
These ol' whack a** niggas gettin' popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Another day another dollar I'll be there when ya holla
It's the skanded a** sticky face alleway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar fold it
Turn it to the hook and kick in the door
May all the traytons be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
And even though you're watchin' you can't stop a G
'Cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
You might build a rep but not on the C
Double O to the L to the I to the O
With the mutha f**kin' goddamn flow
So f**k it f**k it fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old a** janky thirty eight causin' ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
I'm down with the M A A D a** you know who
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Brothers of the mother M A A D Circle
I'm down with the M A A D a** u know hoo
Uh huh all you punk a** mutha f**kas
The real steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new we're nowhere a year ago yeah
We're not cookin' ya crew beeyotch
