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One dark night I need some ends
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I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in
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I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter
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Suction cup window up
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Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot
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38 special I don't wanna have to shoot
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I ain't no young raw fresh recruit uhh
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Steel toe boots black khaki suit
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A real quick search and nobody's home
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just like I planned now I'm home alone
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I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone
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and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone
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I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
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Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time
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No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
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you better take some no doze
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Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
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throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
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Let me be brief, I'm on the creep
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I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief
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Chorus:
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Oh yeah! It takes a thief
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Yeah yeah! It takes a thief
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It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
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Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
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Oh yeah! It takes a thief
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Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief
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It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief
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Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep
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I need a lick real quick-like
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My mind ain't wrapped tight
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I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night
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You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's
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dark
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So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the
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park
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Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
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No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings
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and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
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Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains
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I rob from the rich so I can get rich
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I ain't got shit so I take what I can get
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I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
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my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends
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Somebody out there's out to get me
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The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be
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I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief
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You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief
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Chorus x 1/2
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There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip
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and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit
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I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds
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and guns and big trash bags full o' weed
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I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
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so now I guess I'm the telephone man
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The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
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I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
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It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for
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I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door
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I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
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Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit
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I counted to five and the front door opened up
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I counted three more and the front door was shut
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I counted five more to give me some space
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then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
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I loaded up the van in broad daylight
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cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night
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I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
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and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief
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Chorus
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Outro:
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Oh yeah!
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Yeah yeah!
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Hey yeah!
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Just a reminder to let you know
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there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit
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So you better watch out, better watch your back
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Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit
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Know what I'm sayin?
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It Takes A Thief
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Coolio |