Coolio – U Know Hoo

[WC]

aiyo Coolio, what’s up with all these fools always poppin’ off at the lip

talkin’ about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what’s up?

[Coolio]

yeah, don’t beleive everything you read, fool

[WC]

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

[Coolio]

right

all you niggas run and tell a friend, um

bad mutha fuckas is bad again

MAAD Circle’s in the house for the ninety fo’ and

if I tell I got a fo’ty four and

I shoot they ass up like rifleman

’cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan

them punk mutha fuckas be hittin’ me up

and I hit ’em right back ’cause I don’t give a fuck

so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky

if the nigga 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 fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes

Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon

I don’t give a fuck about you or your crew

(I’m down with the MAAD ass you know who)

{Chorus}

brothers of the mother MAAD Circle

I’m down with the MAAD ass you know who

[WC]

nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street

it’s the one nine nine fo’ and *sniffing* I smell booty

stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket

getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub’ C

the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it

yo Coolio, what’s up with these punk mutha fuckas

(I don’t know)

don’t they know, um

I gets busy like Illegal

flow like water

drop bomb shit like a seagull

a janky ass nigga known to sag

and like Old English, I’m setting mutha fuckas on they ass

diggin’ graves for the braves, that’s a trade when I flow

decapitating rappers and pissin’ down they throats

cause I’m the, rusty mac pistol macking

and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)

and jabbin’ stabbin’ mutha fucka you don’t want static

nineteen ninety fo’ and you cowards all done had it

these ol’ whack ass niggas getting 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 MAAD ass you know who)

{Chorus}

[Coolio]

another day, another dollar, I’ll be there when ya holla

it’s the skanded ass, 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 fucking god damn flow

so, fuck it, fuck it, fo’ niggas in a bucket

wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus

yo be a fool tryin’ to step to the crew

(I’m down with the MAAD ass you know who)

{Chorus}

[Coolio]

un huh

all you punk ass mutha fuckas

the real steel is in the heel for year feel

brand new, we’re nowhere a year ago, yeah

we’re not cooking ya crew, beeyotch