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Coolio Other

life and Tamika round the corner just took her first hit off the pipe the other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his 20 and when the other

Back in the days when I was a young buck Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge

block, I'm sippin' on Corona's Uh, your McDonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm Straight up collected it, cool

is made for love Cruisin' is made for us Sunday afternoons in the tape deck My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Floatin' on the freeway at a cool

X: Man, look, look. There go that nigga Coolio. They're lettin' him in with tennis shoes and shit. Don't wanna let us in. Y: Fuck that nigga Coolio

know what I'm talkin' bout My nigga coolio out there doing real big Doing some of the shit Oh yeah Compton and Long Beach together You know we in trouble [Coolio

coz I got a record out and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud a forth of the people in the line be hookers but the other forth betta

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realise there's nuthin' left 'Cuz I've been blasting and laughing

nutsac burnin 'cross the stage in a motherfuckin rage like a animal in a cage I catch wrecks like a junkyard fool (fool) Fuck around and get'cha holdin that jar, Cool