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Versuri Thought you knew
- Coolio

trimise de SergeSerge.

Verse 1: PS
Never gave a f***k 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 motherf***ker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your a*s rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin
Quick to pull the trigger, put your a*s in a coffin
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin
Homies y'know I don't give a f***k, I was starvin
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black a*s nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother
Sellin rocks to the scandalous a*s clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I never gave a f***k about a stupid a*s hoodrat.

Chorus:.

Bitches ridin on my bit
Niggas hit me up and s***t
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 motherf***kers 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 f***k (You know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand

You can bet my monkey a*s 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 f***k without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna f***k 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 f***k
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll f***k 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 a*s 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 motherf***kin front
Don't you take this s***t 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 f***kin with a missile
I chew your a*s 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 motherf***kin 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 motherf***kers get two to the chin
I don't give a f***k what'cha got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your a*s 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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