Coolio - No Exit (Extended Video Version) lyrics

*harpsichord solo* [Blondie] THERE'S NO sinning, bears getting dressed to k** Laughing down the sun like a jackal will With his eyes ablaze and his lips apart He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart And drink it up till the morning starts Circulate the red light this is get the girls and get the sis' Pinch him up and give em bliss Kissin fears with all his might forever [Coolio] Standed on the verge of the edge of the ledge Waitin for me to fall, then I got a call It said, "WAIT HOLD UP HOMEY, YOU MUST BE TRIPPIN YOU CAN'T BE PUTTIN THAT STRIPPIN AND WHIPPIN UP IN YOUR PIMPIN, YOU BETTER STAND TALL FOOL YOU WAS BORN TO BALL TOOK A LITTLE FALL AND NOW YOU WANNA END IT ALL YOU BEEN CHASIN DREAMS LIKE A HOUND DOG ON THE HUNT Take your place in the front wit yo' hands on the blunt And it's right in your grasp man, I know they laughin BUT YOU'LL BE LAUGHIN LATER CUZ TIMES IS GON' GET GREATER!" [Blondie] That's when you least expect it You understand there is no exit [Prodigy] Aiyyo rock that *sh***, slamdance to this Move the *f*** back when you see us in the mosh pit Smash something when my heavy metal raps thump in Crack more heads open than Beck's, you and your mans floated Tales From The Crypt, Rocky Horror couldn't Picture it Spine-tingling, give you goose bumps singin it *b**h-a** n***as* scared to party wit The Infamous We jumpin over the bar snatchin mad liquors [U-God] Out of the darkness, spark this total chaos Mark to scheme the hardest, nothing can save us All that is sacred, dearly departed Braveheart slave brave contains something courageous Salute shining armor, persona rip stages Loud as Nirvana, beneath the golden ages The road rash explode, little rigor that devour Don't cry for me, I'm bout drunk off the power Chorus [Blondie] 2x Who's gonna cry for ya Who's gonna cry over you [Havoc] Now if you think my Infamous Mobb remains untamed And we out for the cash while you out for the fame Lay back, count on my stack down to Cognac Writin my raps, here hold that, it's bound to go plat When my bang hits, relentless, whatever I spit Like a fresh pair of kicks outta the box, ready to rock You know the drilly stay collaboratin wit my committee Then it's on the L-I-E to QB city [Inspectah Deck] Yo yo We storm the sound clash, but none heard the sound of the blast Send the ma** outta control, the system found smash There's blood on the dance floor, they still chant "More!" The nitty gritty, New York inner city Fifty caliber thoughts force the world to bang wit me Bound to hit hard like twenty gods benchin in the yard Men at large take charge, out to make ours and take ours We fought against all odds Party crasher, verbal a**ault, quick to blast ya Ya stunned momentarily, dropped seconds after Chorus 2x *guitar solo* Chorus to end