[WC]
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aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the
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lip
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talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc,
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what's up?
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[Coolio]
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yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool
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[WC]
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nah, they know what time it is
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but, you know, for those who don't know
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I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
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aiyo, G
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we're gon' do it like this
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why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
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[Coolio]
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right
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all you niggas run and tell a friend, um
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bad mutha fuckas is bad again
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MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
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if I tell I got a fo'ty four and
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I shoot they ass up like rifleman
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'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
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them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
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and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck
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so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky
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if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
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if you leaped up your seat you met your doom
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Big G could start a fight in an empty room
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you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
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Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
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I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
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(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
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[Chorus]
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brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
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I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who
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[WC]
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nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
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it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty
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stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
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getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
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the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
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yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas
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(I don't know)
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don't they know, um
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I gets busy like Illegal
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flow like water
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drop bomb shit like a seagull
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a janky ass nigga known to sag
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and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass
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diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow
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decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats
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cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking
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and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
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and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
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nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
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these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
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I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
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but that's alright because I gotta kill a crew
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(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
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[Chorus]
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[Coolio]
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another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya holla
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it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
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I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
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turn it to the hook and kick in the door
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may all the traytons be forgot
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but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots
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I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
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and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G
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cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see
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you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O
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with the mutha fucking god damn flow
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so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
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wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus
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yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
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(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)
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[Chorus]
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[Coolio]
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un huh
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all you punk ass mutha fuckas
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the real steel is in the heel for year feel
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brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
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we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch
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U Know Hoo!
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| Coolio |
