Now I've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinking
If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin
Pretending not to loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open
Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life
And Tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it was funny
But who's the dummy, cause, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster
And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya
Cause my crew is rollin home and your crew is rollin dusta
And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more
Uh, I guess that's just the way it goes
I ain't tryin to preach, I believe I can reach
But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there
Chorus:
I'll see you when you get there
When you ever get there
See you when you get there
I'll see you when you get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there
Verse Two: Lek Ratt (40 Thevz)
More temptation and faith, I guess we livin for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a bullet and an AK
The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business
Cause it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
So you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse
Someone's gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the strugle
I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender
And if everybody's a sinner then everybody could be a winner
No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers
And regardless of the time somebody out there still love us
I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all I'm breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something
I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin
Chorus
Verse Three: PS (40 Thevz)
You need to loosen up and live a little
And if you got kids let them know how you feelin
For your own sake give a little
Oh, you don't want to hear that, you busy tryina stack
and keep them from the Jones's is taking advantage of your own
The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest
But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone
Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us
We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when
It's something wrong and we desire
so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous
I know time seems right, and the problems seem endless
But at the times of despair we gotta put ourselves together
And if you feel you're out of the game then you need to get back in it
Cause nothing worse than a quitter
you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother
so gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition
and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side
Chorus
Outro: Coolio
As we walk down the road of our destiny
And the time comes to choose which it gonna be
The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel
We got one push to give and one life to live
Stand up for something or lie down in your game
Listen to the song that we sing
It's up to you to make it big
I guess I'll see you when you see me
Chorus -- fade out
Everybody listen up cuz I'm about to get my speak on
Fools be trippin' when it's time to get their freak on
Runnin' round town, puttin' it down, without no protection
Funny erection, when it's time for selection
What's your direction?
Before you make a choice you betta do some inspection
If you don't know my aim, an', don't know my game, then
Let me explain now, Aiesha slept wit' Mark
Then Mark slept wit' Tina, then Tina slept wit' Javier
An' the first time he seen her, Javier slept wit' Loopy
An' Loopy slept wit' Rob
Cuz he was rollin' on beeds an' had a good ass job
Rob slept wit' Lisa who slept wit' Steve, an'
Steve was positive H.I.V.
What started off as a plan, ended up in the plot
Ya betta cool ya ass off, cuz it's too damn hot....
1-You know it's too hot, t o o h o t
Too hot lady t o o h o t
Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade
It's too hot, t o o h o t
Too hot homie, t o o h o t
Gotta make some sense from this mess that we made
You're doin' everything momma told ya not to do
Now you're tryin' to walk away cuz ya know it's true
Your sister can't explain, an', your mother's a shame, too
I bet you both had the same last name
I don't have to ask you where you've been
Cuz the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn
A mind is a terrible thing to waste that was the slogan
But now it's '95 an' it's don't forget the Trojan
Explained it to her momma
Before somebody get her got her
Help her to the game with those smooth talkin' niggas
'Love' is the word, so is 'remember' it often heard
Latex, safe sex, you better learn to get hip to the facts
Before you be yacko, end up in a box on your back
Sometimes ya axed me what you wanted, get what you got
Don't get caught up in the plot, it's too damn hot...
(repeat 1)
Another day in the city, an', know what a pity
Even though we did our duty things are still lookin' shitty
Everybody in the packstack tryin' to make some scraps
Walkin' in the rain but they ain't got no hat
Understand how we livin' in the 90's loc
Nuclear waste kind of a pleasin' in the pistol smoke
Sex, lies, and videotape an' break
Just a little public crime can seal your fate
We need to do something drastic shit
It's gettin' tragic, and if you don't believe me
Then go ask Magic
Everybody an' their momma preaching abstinence, these
Kids ain't checking for abster shit
So put a condom in their hand and hope it don't bust
Another victim of the lust, in God we trust
What started off as a plan, ended up in the plot
Water can't cool it off cuz it's too damn hot....
Verse 1: PS
Never gave a fuck and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your ass rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin
Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin
Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out t oget laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother
Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat
Chorus:
Bitches ridin on my bit
Niggas hit me up and shit
But I'm from the Eastside
Where the niggas do or die
Representin like a dream
Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
Verse 2: Billy Boy
Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up
Keepin motherfuckers on the duck
You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block
Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way
and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot
cos I can't fuck without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me
but I won't be gettin back in the CPT
Chorus:
Niggas tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a fuck
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll fuck you with my 9
Don't give your plees cos I don't bang
But I'm down to fully slang
40 Thevz end down your crew
cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
Verse 3: Coolio
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-O-O-L-I-O G
M to the A, A to the D
A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see
You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile
I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke
*cough*
Chorus:
C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin
I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go
Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year
East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?*
You don't wanna see my crew
Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew
