It Takes A Thief - COOLIO

It Takes A Thief - COOLIO

Artist: Coolio
Album: It Takes A Thief
Song: It Takes A Thief

One dark night I need some ins
I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in
I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter
Suction cup, window up
Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot
38 special I don't wanna have to shoot
I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh
Steel tote boots, black khaki suit
A real quick search and nobody's home
just like I planned, now I'm home alone
I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone
and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
you better take some no doughs
Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
Let me be brief, I'm on the creep
I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief

Chorus:

Oh yeah! It takes a thief
Yeah yeah! It takes a thief
It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
Oh yeah! It takes a thief
Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief
It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep

I need a lick real quick-like
My mind ain't wrapped tight
I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night
You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark
So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park
Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings
and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains
I rob from the rich so I can get rich
I ain't got shit so I take what I can get
I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends
Somebody out there's out to get me
The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be
I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief
You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief

Chorus x 1/2

There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip
and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit
I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds
and guns and big trash bags full o' weed
I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
so now I guess I'm the telephone man
The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for
I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door
I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit
I counted to five and the front door opened up
I counted three more and the front door was shut
I counted five more to give me some space
then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
I loaded up the van in broad daylight
cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night
I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief

Chorus

Outro:

Oh yeah!
Yeah yeah!
Hey yeah!
Just a reminder to let you know
there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit
So you better watch out, better watch your back
Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit
Know what I'm sayin?

U Know Hoo - COOLIO

U Know Hoo - COOLIO

Artist: Coolio f/ WC
Album: It Takes A Thief
Song: 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

Can-O-Corn - COOLIO

Can-O-Corn - COOLIO

Artist: Coolio
Album: It Takes A Thief
Song: Can-O-Corn

Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck
Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib
No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids
That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see
Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and
Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me
That you don't get shit in this life for free
And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top
Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop
Not everybody can relate to what I been through
Even though some front and they try to pretend to
Know about the life of a kid and the strife
Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe
Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse
And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse
So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky
My stomach is growlin,word is born
Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn

BRIDGE
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen

A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set
I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet
It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain
I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle
Pickin up scraps like a seagull
Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip
So I can put it in my pocket
Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no motherfuckin way no how
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group
Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops'
Give me liberty or give me death
Cos a man without pride ain't got shit left,huh
And now that I'm older with kids of my own
I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone
Get'cha self together,word is born
Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn

Smokin' Stix - COOLIO

Smokin' Stix - COOLIO

Artist: Coolio
Album: It Takes A Thief
Song: Smokin' Stix

Intro: (*MC introducing Coolio*)

Alright alright, alright alright alright. Next we got a guy comin out
from
Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug
called Stix. That's some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those
niggas down in...ha, those black guys down in Compton.
*guy toking up*
Yo stop that!

Hook (x2):

Who got the bomb? Who got the bomb?
Somebody? Anybody? Who got the bomb?

Verse 1:

Pass me the dip, it's time to take a hit
of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip
Two headed critter, now I'm an airplane
flyin high inside my brain
You know karate, I no rizzeign
Try to beat me down I feel no pain
Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker
Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker
Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy
Down for mine that's the way mama raised me
Summertime we freak in the heat
Butt naked in the middle of the street
We're smokin stix
Yeah

Hook (x2)

Verse 2:

If you don't know how to do it, yo here's how ya do it
Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid
Oh my God! Oh my God! Now the shit is lookin lovely
Light and stars all around me and above me
Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work
Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood
put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope
Cos nigga's gettin short, I'm chokin from the smoke
I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke
Got a large loot, got it robbin that's cos I was broke
Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon
If only you could trip off that shit that I'm seein
I got to get a grip cos the nigga's about to flip
Sometimes that's how it get when you're smokin stix
Yeah

Hook (x2)

Verse 3:

Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat
under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net
Empty .45 was layin on the dresser
Last night I played the role of the tester
Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap
Flashback got me ready to scrap
I don't know what I done did
and I don't know where I done been
I know last night I robbed my friend
and if that's wrong then call it a sin
But I was broke and broke ain't no joke
and I can't cope without my Smith so
so dip it up and watch me suck it up
and I'll get fucked up and I might go nuts
So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot!
Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop
We're smokin stix

Ghetto Cartoon (includes Cleo's Mood) - COOLIO

Ghetto Cartoon (includes Cleo's Mood) - COOLIO

Artist: Coolio
Album: It Takes a Thief
Song: Ghetto Cartoon (includes Cleo's Mood)

Once upon a time in a land called fuck
Lived a duck named Donald and his mother was a cluck
Mickey Mouse wore a rag, pants in a sag
Neighborhood kingpin, but his brother was a fag
Donald had beef, so Mickey couldn't sleep
They was hootin for a while, and it was gettin kinda deep
Bugs Bunny had the props on the Eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was Mickey Mouse righthand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up with a brand
Called Pixie and Dixie, two killers from Chicago
A game of 5K, to eliminate Donald
But what they didn't know, is Donald was a G
Had big time respect, from the West to the East
Haps up see, and listen to the funk
First chapter in the funky cartoon from the ghetto

Huey and Duey and Louie with a
Shot down Mickey Mouse main ho Minnie
Everybody know Minnie got shot down
And the cop on the case was Huckleberry Hound
Huckleberry had a Deputy, by the name of Dog
Eye-witness to the crime was Kermit the Frog
But Kermit was scared and he wouldn't testify
Pixie and Dixie just did a driveby
On Donald Duck, but they shot and they missed
And now Bugs Bunny is gettin kind of pissed
Cause the shot that they missed hit his homeboy Elmer
Bugs sellin drugs on the motherfuckin corner
The future's lookin shitty in fuck city
So they called in the Feds, Beetlejuice and Miss Piggy
Shit's on the street, no that's how it goes
Scene two in the funky cartoon from the ghetto

Now the war is on and Mickey Mouse is dead
Quick Draw McGraw took two to the head
Huey and Duey and Louie got caught
And now they in the county, ready to sell out
Pixie and Dixie's on the run from the mob
Cause they tried to kill Donald and they didn't do the job
Bugs Bunny got popped, in a bar gettin drunk
Bullet fucked up Beetlejuice, while Miss Piggy had a pump
Donald got the word that his nephews was snitchin
So Tom and Jerry stuck em on they way to the kitchen
Goofy was a punk and everybody knew
Him and Huckleberry Hound was spotted drinkin brew
In the alley out back, in the corner in the dark
But they both got smoked by Jabberjaw the Shark
Donald Duck got the whole damn city sewed up
In a ghetto cartoon in a land called fuck