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COOLIO lyrics - It Takes A Thief

It Takes A Thief

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[Featuring J Ro Billy Boy] Verse One: Coolio When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin B B guns Knock on yo' door and run just for fun We went to the sto' and sold bottles fo' a nickel to feast upon a big bag of Cheetos and a pickle You could get a soda foe less than quarter and people used to speak even if they didn't know ya We fought in the streets like little black soldiers Shake hands, and still be friends when it was over We used to play tag and, hide and go seek, or hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but now thangs changed, kids ain't the same They bang, and slang, and blow out brains I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers Life was so simple then Chorus One: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to hang On the porch, drinkin brew and now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play shoot-em-up, up and down but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) Verse Two: Billy Boy Well I remember yesteryear like it was yesterday Runnin through the streets of Onessa P-A I take you through my childhood step by step Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though Daddy was a dawg he ain't raise no punks In the midst of the trees we learned how to thump At the tender age of nine momma put us on a plane Next stop -- the land of the insane Compton California where the killers grow Forced to live a life that I didn't know Wore the wrong colors cause I didn't know the facts Call her bitch, caught a case, caught a slug in my back But I adapted quickly, suckers tried to get me Now the fools better run cause this just driveby Billy Little black boy from the East forced to be a killer, but I can still remember Chorus Two: ? I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to play Domino, on the porch but now they drive-by (bay-bee) I remember (I remember) ohhhhhhh when we used to have Army fights, in the smog but now they gang-bang (bay-bee) [Coolio] Back when I was a kid nigga We used to have this game called paperball (Paperball? What the fuck is that?) Get a piece of paper, ball that motherfucker up and play with it! Hahahaha Verse Three: J-Ro I got Tha Alkaholik juice to wake ya up like a rooster Back when I was young, I used to be a booster Stealin candy from the sto', go to school, come up I had the whole playground, chewin all my gum up You know what I'm sayin? Playin still to the chest And I was the best, playin kickball at recess I play Pop Warner, golden pairs for the losers We used to hop corners on the fresh deuce cruisers Playin Galaga, Space Invaders, eatin Reese's I had all the women cause my tough skins had creases And it's been that way since day one Girls of the world ain't nothin but fun I used to watch Dr. J, come through in the clutch Remember New Zoo Review, and Starsky and Hutch I remember lunchtime, we used to rhyme out loud Peace to the Wop and the hip-hop crowd, I remember Chorus One Outro: ? Ohhh, my life, no no I do remember ohhhhhhhh I know you do I remember yesterday I remember when we played I remember yesterday, aoowwwwwww! I remember, hell, when we used to play in ghetto blocks through the dark I rememmmmmberrrrrr Yeahhh yeahhh yeahh We used to play dominoes all night long dominoes all night long Yesterday, yesterday Do you remember yesterday? I remember yesterday You remember remember remember remember...

Attention Span

AESOP ROCK "Float"
[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break concrete! Ox'll spit some shit that'll reflect off the mirror My light beams are mad bright, they stay clever Yo challenge an Ox member, get a vow severed Found your body in the desert (Scavenger's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like Look mom, no hands! I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me You can't add that far yet, that counting is far fetched I treat MC like canines Throwin words at they face to see if they bite when they catch I told you my poetry sponsors Gillette Now you standing there wit razors in your head like baretts Man, if the mic had ass cheeks The sticker in my hand would say priority seating And man, I dunno if it was me or you But your girl was on my dick like she was teethen You play the role/roll, I'll play the poppy seed on top of you The godspeed is actual, that doesn't mean I act usual One of the first MC's to give the crowd full attention Cuz you need love and affection Chorus[Aesop Rock, Vast Aire] 2x If we could absorb every star in the sky We noticed some shine brighter than others, you wonder why It's the simple things in life that turn the pesants into leaders And we know the differences between the walkers and the sleepers [Aesop Rock] I boogie with picket-a-vision, carbon based stickler City piss aroma, therapy coma, clone sitter Itching to pigeon hole villain soul magnet Feelings activate Passionate the germ, and the book met the worm I hold a book of matches captive to flashin For some need flatline Be a thick fatigue episdoe, brewed in batches Flirted curse at perked nurse, broken skeleton patches One muddy veteran collapsed the untapped resource center Housing style pagents My little limbs lassoed catered to wings While mankinds babysteps break dirt and demon I know a crossbreed strung well in the key of Mass times weight times tame semantics Encompassing that which splits lips but never supply and demand it To hell wit plastic, ooh yeah it's splendid Tap it on the shoulder, grab it, tag it, aprehend it Lend it to the devil of a friend it, wrench it back, mend it again It still never renders suspended but finicky picket fences Now every toy dreams to manufacture hearts Start with the diving parts and the blueprints You follow the prescedence set by war pigs of a yester year Let the tears pray Skip a stone over the reservoir to shake the whole sharade Hmm gun play the tumors platoon I couldn't see I fell asleep holding an Appleseed, woke up holding a tree The only bridge I ever burned along this legacy at dance Was the one that linked the cities of Prosperity and Chance Chorus 2x

Words From A Genius

Genius "Words from the Genius"
Intro: One two one two check one two The Genius in the place to be Verse One: I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump And poison beats make hip-hoppers stump their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck when I'm speaking it's the God projecting facts into brains of those unaware Now you're afacing the truth in the square Bitties like biting, then yo you should chew this Your man wants to beef, then we can do this Then when it's time for you to face the God I'll be giving you the whole nine yards With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity So sweet to biters it gives them cavities And can't be healer from the strongest toothpaste So keep biting to see how the truth taste You need guidance and self-assistance Cause you lack the training to go the distance But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length And this is just a fraction of the strength Chorus: of the Genius Words from a Genius Verse Two: I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum I learn to lead myself, not be a follower I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower I created something funky fresh funky new Brothers started playing money see and monkey do Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley You wanna try me, and be worn and torn Step forward, I'll get on and start to born A pumpin self explanator rap Make a sucker MC like you clap your hands, while you clap the sound's intact You react like an infant respons to Similac Or then again, could have been Enfamil But for your information the rhyme is real MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under A Groove, getting down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it When I'm premitted to break down a poem I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb One by one so who you calling your troops on Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage I read em like books, flip em and turn the page I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear Go home and write and come try me next year With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop Chorus (2X) Verse Three: Some say The Genius, has a style of his own And his hands are like Vise-Grips holdin a microphone Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough Because I can't get enough So I practice not what I preach but what I teach In which the critics say is improper speech But it's proper, only to those who understand Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand As brothers look on, label me as a psycho Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone From a so-called said to be MC Who admires me with jealousy and envy My rhymes are delivered with style and potential Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential Order, revealin hidden tape records Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal I go home and write some ill Stacks of poetry, page after page Imagining the scen-ery onstage I catch flash-backs of the seminar As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star Self-explanatory words are shifted In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted and talented, with the lyrical ability Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility Damaging MC's who dare to enter The center, then challenge the inventor Of an impartial rhymin status Followed a relevant apparatus The way I come off on the mic is attractive I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark My style couldn't be bitten by a shark MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon First of all homeboy when I'm battlin I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin Into MC's like that of a syringe And dare you to seek for revenge Chorus (2X)_

Worthless Thing

ELVIS COSTELLO "Goodbye Cruel World"
How many times can you jump out of the cupboard Before someone gets suspicious or someone gets discovered You can live forever in a split second of fame Come on down the price is right what's your name While a crocodile makes good shoes and a dog may change his coat I can't change what's written on your face tonight and I quote Chorus Oh I wish you could see Quite how much you could mean to me You worthless thing If you were ten feet taller and almost handsome I might pay this king's ransom You worthless thing They commit blue murder along Union Avenue Then they sell you souvenir matches Nightclubs full of grave robbers from Memphis, Tennessee And Las Vegas body snatchers And he's carrying a warning can't you see how his eyes glint Keep your bloody hands off my life your affectionate fingerprint Chorus All the cars and pills and girls who tore his shirt to tatters Do you know how tall he was 'cos that is all that really matters? Do you know his mother's last name do you think that he's divine? You've seen the film you've read the book you're drinking vintage Elvis Presley wine Bored out of your tiny mind while life is twice as large They'll cut her down to size on television She's available and beautiful, but with more time to devote They're going to take this cable now and stick it down your throat So this is an obituary which should be right and fitting For every clockwork cat and conceivable kitten Chorus

Colorado Bulldog

MR. BIG
['Some of us in the band hardly ever drink, but when we do...'] Any time ago when I was tollin' on the rocks, add a little touch of attitude Who's that Madam X coming in at three o'clock Why don't you send her over one too Next thing I remember, I was crawlin' round the room She was dancing on the table, blood sure, barkin' at the moon Chorus: Colorado bulldog - this night has gone to my head Colorado bulldog - throw a leash around my neck Turn around and run like hell Gimme a [grumpy grumbler] Swingin' from the rafters, I'm losing all control Playin' a little game of cat and mouse Above the question, I've been lonely much too long Last call, 'The drinks are on the house' Next thing I remember, through the pandemonium It was feeling like a nightmare, the bite right into my skin (chorus) Come here boy! (Solo) My sweet Lolita, or prayin' Manita, left me in the number six motel How was I to know, she'd strip me to the bone and steal away my heart as well Next thing I remember, through the pandemonium It was feeling like a nightmare, the bite right into my skin (chorus) Colorado bulldog - this night has gone to my head Colorado bulldog - throw a leash around my neck Bottom's up down the heck, it's time to start all over again 'Close your little eyes, Yankee!'

Bm's

Del The Funky Homosapien "Both Sides Of The Brain"
Verse 1: Mack Del impetuous Tepetuous Bust flows ? Under fire like appestos All MCs grip my testicles Let them go No I spread your flow like metal pull Utensils such as scalpels Over your Adam's Apple To make you alto Doggin' MCs and feed 'em Alpo Your plan backfires to my satires Got your flow sittin' on flat tires My rogues rhymes rip through your lip when you bite Like a lightenin' bolt for a volt of molten mite Hazardiest to the average Volt and death strike To your neck right On target Bull's eye Then deflected off your neck with such velocity It's sets the hip hop hostage free In the terminal burnin' all MC's brains Excellerated agents got you walkin' on canes I'll be brief like Hanes Mundane MCs get caned to retain my title The vital organ donor To cut through the bonona My escapes let you wave through the masquerade Rain with disaster man out in your play book Cause they took The funk merged with hate And then regurgitate This concludes part of what causes murder rates to bubble Meanwhile I take the shuttle to this girls crib so we can cuddle And listen to my subtle rebuttal the butthole Hook: Words and phrases I prefer to play with When occurs when I made it It's never outdated Help me out (x2) Verse 2: I stifle your mic hold your grips slips don't let all your chips Throwin' away all your tips for thinkin' That's dangerous Leave that to the big boys Sicker than Sig Freud Peep, you wanna live forever but take too many chances You with many can get a piece of eastside Oakland folks When provokin' spoken dialects of broken English that distinguish us from y'all we Cause raps and own spots on the globe And disrobe your bony mediocrity like Socrates My Egyptian inscription shiftin' Brain cells with sick inflections Suckas must be simpin' Hop like Lipton You'll get the microphone when I'm though if then I form a rap court with my siblings The sort of thing that keep the crew tight Even in it's new life You think you're able to label the Hiero sound? You still haven't found a comparable variable I aim my flows they close in like smart bombs Bury ya restricted areas Me and my playmates we talented hip hop palatines Patteling' to Sharlintons Knownin' what we are to them Makes us try hard to win We attend the track promptly Rappers wanna chomp me They empty I'm mega morph with mega force don't fort deceit the beat i I's a treat Compete at the war on the weak Hook Verse 3: Del carelessly convorting Over more things than tracks Your skull perhaps Spinal taps vinyl laps over each other you'll discover oon enough how tough it is to scruff them bids At accsions I'm lost in madness Lacadazical but coming back to fade you ALL I don't make music for the teeny boppers the coppers and proper booshy Y'all can lose me Or find me but keep in mind we Underground when you get offended As you often do when you new comers Check the rap scene for a few summers Then when it change you shift lanes But first you mergin' First you was a virgin splurgin' money on P.E. Then with N.W.A. But too much trouble to play Mom on your ass turn that trash down Your little brother getting' bright ideas in the background He use to war Hush Puppies Now he and his homies is dust junkies sellin' crack cross country Use to be a momma's boy Now you a grown man with no plan All alone in the land of the free and the home of the brave Free to be your own mental slave Del has to have a word with you Because you deserve to do what you want to But mistakes come back to haunt you Hook (x2) Microphones settin' off (x2)

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