[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)
