[wc]
Aiyo coolio, whats up with all these fools always poppin off at the lip
Talkin about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, whats up?
[coolio]
Yeah, dont beleive everything you read, fool

[wc]
Nah, they know what time it is
But, you know, for those who dont know
I think its time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
Aiyo, g
Were gon do it like this
Why dont you tell em who youre down with loc

[coolio]
Right
All you niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is bad again
Maad circles in the house for the ninety fo and
If I tell I got a foty 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 dont give a fuck
So throw your mutha fucking m in the sky
If the nigga next to you aint 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 dont give a fuck about you or your crew
(Im down with the maad ass you know who)

{chorus}
Brothers of the mother maad circle
Im down with the maad ass you know who

[wc]
Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
Its 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, whats up with these punk mutha fuckas
(I dont know)
Dont 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, Im setting mutha fuckas on they ass
Diggin graves for the braves, thats a trade when I flow
Decapitating rappers and pissin down they throats
Cause Im the, rusty mac pistol macking
And like mike tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
And jabbin stabbin mutha fucka you dont want static
Nineteen ninety fo and you cowards all done had it
These ol whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
Im broke cause it take no skills to pay the bills
But 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 holla
Its 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 youre steppin to the circle well connect your dots
I, always feel like somebodys watchin me
And, even though youre watchin, you cant stop a g
Cause I been where youre 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
(Im 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, were nowhere a year ago, yeah
Were not cooking ya crew, beeyotch

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