U Know Hoo!

Ah-yo 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? Yeah don't believe everything you read fool 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 Ah-yo G We're gon' do it like this Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc Right All you niggas run and tell a friend, um Bad motherfuckers is bad again Mad Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and If I tell I got a forty four and I shoot they ass up like rifleman 'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up And I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck So throw your motherfucking 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 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] Uh huh All you punk ass motherfuckers 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, biatch