A homeboy is someody that Got your back weather you right or wrong Somebody that Exepts you for what'cho are Not what'cho got on What'cho can do for
It has Come to my understanding that There are those, who have questioned my skills And abilities Since it is thus I must Release it, myself Forth with
Verse 1, Coolio, Malika: I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face I give love But when push come to shove I'm 'posed to solo
Dumbo Your album is weak, and so is your video Or should I say wackeo Your girl is a tacky hoe Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio It'
Coolio what about the women i mean dont'cha wanna represent the sistas as well why arent you comin up wit somthin for us a little encouragement we wanna hear frim you to Coolio
Yeah 1996 Coolio with the flow Rated R superstar LV that's right Mossberg Smith & Wesson Forty-five let me tell you how I learned my lesson House party
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
the groove, It's the rap that makes you move Coolio show-ed^ up at the party Chorus This ain't Penny Hardaway or Kareem Abdul It's Coolio in the house but you can call me cool
I'm startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing
When night falls over the city I gotta be ready cuz it feels like Somebodys comin ta get me Its ten-o-clock And darkness comes to my area And every
done walked in Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin Baby, you look good with that blue dress on Maybe some day me and you can be as one Let's get to know each other
trip like she doen't have a friend Chorus Interlude: (Hello, you have a collect call from...) Coolio! (If you choose to accept this call please press 5 now) *number dialed* Verse 3: Coolio
Chorus: Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul) My soul-oul-oul My soul-oul-oul (My soul) Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-
point gunnin' this Get out the lane, i'm comin' through And if you don't wanna move then i'm comin' right through you (Coolio) It's like inch by inch
5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep A pair of raggedly ass ProWings on my feet Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep to the double
our back with the gear (Right) And then them niggaz gonna take the midnight train to Dallas (Dallas) We got to hook up them baggage plans to Ras Kass, Misses Alice The cool
Verse One: Coolio When I was a kid I rode crates on a skate And I ate everything momma put on my plate Niggaz walked around packin B-B guns Knock on
Verse 1: I know a place where the trees don't grow Just another place where niggaz live low I know a place where life is fucked up Make a wrong move