| The lyric of Geto Highlites, Coolio's song [Featuring Malika Shorty Leek Ratt PS Ras Kass WC] Verse One: Malika Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I m on deck Malika Yeap the diction is on point Causin friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties Niggie trippin why you beam us I don t step up with no bullshit See that there it s clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my mind s quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it s on I m finsta to stop her If I m swingin for the knockoutbest believe I m fits to drop her Ninety-five s on poppinrepresentin I keep stompin Throw up my fists just like this when I m mobbin Verse Two: Shorty I killed the lastkilled the asswith my ninety-five drive I m deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tidenigga Like Chaka KhanI tell you something good I m Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood You need itI ll feed itbaby check the size Have you Goin Down like Mary J. Blige When it s poppin like thisyou can t be a coward Shorty freaks fuckin beats like Adina Howard My squad is hardwith playersand hustlers No tolerationfor fakers and busters Fuckin with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin constantly Bumpin G-15 sWestside scene Killin the competitionwhile making a fuckin green So ringaround the rosieand mosey to the Rosie And I want you to know G Chorus: We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don t none of y all niggaz want to fuck with us So what s the time? It s time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don t none of y all niggaz want to fuck with us So what s the time? It s time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that s how I bail Verse Three: Leek Ratt of 40 Thevz Watch meswallow this nickel and shit five pennies I m the loc est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? I m from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe if you re shockedthen amazedwhen you see me at my stage show For my stage show beat em up 40 Thevz gettin busy rockin coast to coast Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em for poppin like to get what I gotand I ain t got a whole lot of nuthin cuz I been ruffin and scuffin so give it up when I m bustin or get to duckin cuz I ain t given em nuthin Fools can t get noneso fuck em! Verse Four: PS Let me rock the motherfuckin mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamitethen fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin quick to get it crackin Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like lunch or dinnerhe s just a beginner Fuckin with a winnernumber one contender top dog Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs 40 ThevzMAAD CircleCatand Crowbar Best to put your daughter Wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that garbage My crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed Chorus 1/2 Verse Five: Ras Kass I peep game and get recognizedbuyin all the hard liquor toothpick and beedy-dyin Bitch you got dealtpeeled your cap the other way like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt And ain t nothin crackin For them niggaz steppin up with the funk I m packin Tinactin Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches What? Tootsiemy knees don t bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and John wrecked that Austin won t soften you re lost and see arsonto exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin lofts men to New York and in between so take cautionleave the flossin for dental hygeine Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl s virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when C and B came strollin Blowin niggaz up like when Mookie s stupid ass got caught smokin Figureyour stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz better steplike the Delta Sigma Thetas Verse Six: Coolio We don t give a fuckfools better duck 39 deep in the back of Wino s truck Like robbin in the paintfool think I ain t? Your crew is on stankthat s why I m pullin rank I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk And when it s time to rock a mic I won t be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name ain t Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Don t play me for a chumpI get around like Gump And Igot more con in my verse than Chuck And you don t want no motherfuckin problems here Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew ll get took outturned outshook out Burned up like a cookoutso fools better look out Verse Seven: WC Fresh out the penalty box Sportin a stockin capcut off dickiesand some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic pyschosomatic back at it causin static with lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha bringin more terror to MC s than a Michigan militia Click click boomnigga fuck your crew It s the chanky hip-hoppertakin over pissin in your stage monitor socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You best to wake up and apoligize Niggaz penetentiary yearn me cuz Iburn like Parker but anywayhalf of y all couldn t see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalker stalkin at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylorsmy pistol grip tight Dub-Cthat nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay. What s up Wino? Uh like locit s like latelet s get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck itMAAD Circle bitch!
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