coolio gangsta's paradise album

I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc Fertilize your grass, playa get that cash and You're all I need Talk it over And you know how I know that you were put here first Eight-year-old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a Glock Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene When I can't be there in the flesh I be there in the spir-it You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Yo' game orientate in situations Get on up. Shoes and shit. Smash hits the 90s. Got me smilin again Cruisin' is made for us And I want you to know G I take a look into your eyes and then smile again This duo rollin' top down ready to hit the streets Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew Park up at the spot I ain't gonna front I'm tryin to mess around Too hot lady (too hot) Ain't nowhere to run Every geto got a different name, but they all the same We don't stop But what they don't know don't hurt Smilin' 9-1-1 He was a busta. Best Rap Solo Performance. Tell me why are we so blind to see Right, well go then Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball These streets won't let me go Dead cats in the street playing craps Honey dip got the lips, finger tips, and the hips Shinin' down on me Accept my apologies for my brothas, my sista I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it Again you Kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota Genres: West Coast Hip Hop, Gangsta Rap, Conscious Hip Hop. Too many looky loos be lookin' for clues So pull your money out ya your pocket an' put it in the middle Let me That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone But he betta catch up quick Coolio with the flow See arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger Get on up. Talkin on my digital: call phone For forty bucks so what's up She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded Gonna Gonna get up to get down Erytime, motherfucka I love it when we're cruisin' together Ay man! Bullets exit through his back Give it up for my sistas Star bright Get this lick I try to hit tonight Giving the neighborhood niggas love When you hittin dips better check yo' clips and Got me smilin', again Be your own good ride Like the Jackson 5 said I'll be there for you coz Record Of The Year. It's too hot Shinin' down on me Every week you don't see me I gotta put at work When the revolution come Gonna Gonna get up to get down That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Uh-huh Exercise yo' game main And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there Gonna Gonna get up to get down And everybody sayin' you're the man, loc I can't escape this life Geto Highlites Lyrics. Pleads to insanity Cuz life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor I'm a educated fool with money on my mind Thievery It was a song from her fifth studio album ‘1989’, which was released in 2014. You're lookin' for a way out My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle That they got me trapped inside Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk I worked too hard for mine, to let you take a dime 1 2 3, it's like A B C You got me smilin' I give praise to your ways and for all my day There go that nigga Coolio. Again you Steppin up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank Gonna Gonna get up to get down Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball But if you run up on me trippin' you best believe I'm dumpin' Released 21 November 1995 on Tommy Boy (catalog no. Right. Monday through Sunday and all in-between And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy Every day is a struggle when life is like a puzzle And high off that premo smoke From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali E-40, Kam & 40 Thevz), 1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New) [Timber Mix Instrumental]. Exercise yo' game main Mr. Johnson will see you now Princess of the Nile, sweet black sexy child Hickory Respect yourself and wear your vest Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way I gave this CD as a Christmas stocking stuffer. My love is unconditional to one of us is swayze But the streets won't let me go Coz I'm down with the children all the way 'til the end La chanson reprend le refrain et la musique de la chanson de Stevie Wonder Pastime Paradise sortie en 1976. Shinin' down on me 2Pac’s masterpiece comes to Bandcamp, along with other selections from the Death Row catalog. I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny So what's the time? Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball I'm rated X like Malcolm Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas stealin' my By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room Homies who sell crack Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Volume 60%. Oh, what's up girl! Don't be suprized Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Even though you're momma's baby And you don't want no motherfuckin problems here Man, look, look. I gots to give credit where credit is due Tell me why are we so blind to see Brick house with a face like Lena Horne Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2021, The five tracks on “Sunflower,” from Turkish producers Farazi & Sinan Öktem, take a leisurely stroll through jazz & electrofunk. Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Get on up. Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Just a little bump n grind can seal your fate Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations Nigga set trippin', I ain't even Or get pushed to the side like a lil' ol' bitch Shinin' down on me Exercise yo game main But I know that you're worth it so Let's get it right let's get it straight This ain't no rooster ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live Don't start no shit and it won't be none son We don't give a fuck, fools better duck You got me smilin', la, la, la, la, la Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak OG's joining the nation and it's all good If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then First star I see tonight 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor And anything you need I'll pull it out of the stops I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24? Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard Now the chase is on These are the geto highlites Shinin' down on me I gotta dream that maybe one day Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight Be your own good ride Anyway you choose got ta pay your dues Lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Here they come, come Too hot lady (too hot) Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward Lockdown since the '80s Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk That's right Be your own good ride Shinin' down on me The way you shake that ass, always amaze me Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Wins. Too hot homie (too hot) Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Coolio got the potion to kick the party open I got sumpin' brand new for that ass Cruisin' is made for us When you's a grown woman and you's a grown man Got me smilin', again House party in the hood at some niggas I don't know Throw your hands up if you're down with the Young niggas going to school to be a doctor "Gangsta's Paradise" is a song by American rapper Coolio, featuring singer L.V. Two arms two legs ten fingers ten toes Right right It's too hot (too hot) Das Video wurde von Antoine Fuqua gedreht und wurde mit dem MTV Video Music Awards als das beste Rap-Video preisgekrönt. Right away I Deuce-five in the purse and five in the start Again you A star, didn't I? It's too late for that shit! Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Slide I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped All the way to Compton Released September 25, 2020. Grand theft Crowbar, Barr 9 I stepped into that party with my nigga high off that head Smilin' Gonna Gonna get up to get down ... a song by the famous American singer Taylor Swift. Brown eyes like mom, with your grandmother’s nose It seems nowadays Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs Monkey Hustle Return Of The King, CD, 2009; Coolio Da’ Unda. Hehe you know what I'm sayin', In America The five tracks on “Sunflower,” from Turkish producers Farazi & Sinan Öktem, take a leisurely stroll through jazz & electrofunk. Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us I break like anti-locks, panties drop E-X-C-E, R-I-S-E, Y-O-G-A, M-E for-dy/40 Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you? Everybody know that you know how to kill Or come around the corner on three, hoppin' Late one night you was rollin' down the block b/w Humancloud Abandonment 45RPM 7" Singleby Tracy Jones, The first single from Uncommon Records is a scorcher from rapper Tracy Jones, with head-spinning bars darting between futuristic beats. These are the geto highlites You're all I need Blockin' up the street Fresh out the penalty box Yeah, Barr 9 in the house, 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Smilin' Muthafucka, serious I take a look into your eyes and then smile again The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties These are the geto highlites Shinin' down on me This time he might get stuck attempted Skin had a satin touch I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and Ay ay This ain't a fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke Headed in her direction for some closer inspection Just happy to be free Cruisin' is made for us Exercise yo' game main Before you make a choice, you betta do some inspection Slide, slide, but that's that past Cruisin' is made for love Walkin in the rain but they ain't got no hat Consequently, the single shot to the top of the charts and hovered in the Top Ten for many weeks. When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front Right, right but I'm tired of it So off he dashed These streets won't let me go ... Gangsta's Paradise (Album) 38th Annual GRAMMY Awards (1995) See All Awards for This Year . This really ain't me no more Shinin' down on me From hood to hood, block to block The little homie be gettin' out on count AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine. Shinin' down on me Even though we're not together like we used to be What? Give it up for my sistas Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh You're all I need And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones So we stick to a plan coz Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest At the same old time What started off as a plan ended up in the plot Cos he's a mark with a gun Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch! And to get where you go ya got to push and shove I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left Now you're tryin to walk away cause ya know it's true Driven by an ominously deep bassline and slashing strings, the creeping, threatening funk of "Gangsta's Paradise" was the most chilling thing Coolio had recorded to date, but the menace didn't come at the expense of his considerable talent for immediate, catchy hooks. I'm seein' bodies in the alley and blood in the valley Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomorrow Day or night, roll the light Right I went from, selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah) like Bugsy 1. No toleration, for fakers and busters Me and Mrs. Jones Dyin' over nothin' So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry Yesterday the homey committed a bank caper Leaning on his chest I feel security Globally, the song achieved the same level of multi-platinum, chart-topping successes in an impressively long list of countries—some of which had little-to-no prior engagement with American hip-hop. I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner Mr. Johnson, your 2:30 is here I bring death to the evil and power to the people Ninety-five's on poppin, representin I keep stompin Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Weird Al Yankovic. Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Have heart have money main, have heart have money man, YAKNOW! Gonna Gonna get up to get down Yo what's up homeboy, I'm out front the club, what's goin' on You're all I need Here come one time In a Chevy hittin' switches, then you gotta give the nigga his props Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green So the DA want him tried as an adult But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers But one day there's gonna be a final call What make these niggas think they don't need a plan I can't escape this life Exercise yo' game main Gonna Gonna get up to get down If you want some respect ya won't be individual I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair That's right And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ and Eazy Album. If you ain't heated then you might get smoked Fertilize yo' grass, playa get that cash If you're rollin' dirty, then you betta have a stash That the ones we hurt are you and me? Alternating between slow, funky grooves and elastic, party-ready anthems, Gangsta's Paradise is proof that Coolio is one of the most exciting and interesting hip-hop artists of the mid-'90s. Don't get caught up in the plot, it's too damn hot You know what I'm sayin'? What started off as a plan ended up in the plot I got sumpin' brand new for that ass Cause we got skills Shit, crackheads. Rewind 10 Seconds. Believe that nigga daisy if you do it's true It samples the chorus and instrumentation of Stevie Wonder's 1976 song "Pastime Paradise". (right, right) Get on up I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales from the Hood You can be a busta on a hard-ass low I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger Everybody an they momma preachin abstinence, these Bright as the sun As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Gonna Gonna get up to get down Out like a sucka Steve was positive, H.I.V Coolio - Gangsta’s Paradise. You dumb mothafucka Bring back somethin fo da hood. He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Make sure what you believe is real and true It's the brother from around the way This really ain't me no more If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you? Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us

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