Coolio - Thought You Knew lyrics

Verse 1: ps Never gave a f** and i still don't So save your lectures, i'ma g**n for the rest of my life A young bg deranged in the brain The youngest motherf**er on the chain gang Yeah i still slang my thangs like a g Really can i make your a** rest in peace? No need to waste my energy squabbin Quick to pull the trigger, put your a** in a coffin Never been a baller but i trap many ballin Homies y'know i don't give a f**, i was starvin You better hide your daughter cos i'm out to get laid with dick And have her sprung on this black a** n***a Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother Sellin rocks to the scandalous a** clockers Ready to meet my snaps, yeah i'm cool like that And i never gave a f** about a stupid a** hoodrat Chorus: b**hes ridin on my bit n***as hit me up and sh** But i'm from the eastside Where the n***as do or die Representin like a dream Cos circle's deep i thought you knew Verse 2: billy boy Uh, uh, uh As i crack dice from one hood to the next Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques I got a 9 for any n***a that come runnin up Keepin motherf**ers on the duck You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off I sweat ya like keith until ya give me my ends If a nickel bag is sold in the park i want in In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot You can find billy boy rollin down your block Hittin switches cos your b**h is gettin paid, cos that's my way And all the hoes still wanna f** (you know we do) I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand You can bet my monkey a** is comin out on top La hustlers can't live without money So before i make sense i gots ta make a knot Cos i can't f** without my hoes And i can't hit no switch without the 6-4 Everybody wanna f** a n***a like me But i won't be gettin back in the cpt Chorus: n***as tryin to give me stuff Billy boy don't give a f** First i warn you with my rhyme Then i'll f** you with my 9 Don't give your plees cos i don't bang But i'm down to fully slang 40 thevz end down your crew Cos circle's deep i thought you knew Verse 3: coolio I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk a** holler Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar Stock em all up like a pack of punk b**hes Now i got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes You don't wanna see me out the motherf**in front Don't you take this sh** for granted just cos n***as call me cool R-e-s-p-e-c-t C-o-o-l-i-o g M to the a, a to the d A circle full of n***as that you don't wanna see You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's f**in with a missile I chew your a** like gristle til the ref blows the whistle Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps Ain't no punks in my motherf**in pack See i use to be broke now i blow indo smoke First you diss my city then you choke *cough* Chorus: C-o-m-p-t-o-n Punk motherf**ers get two to the chin I don't give a f** what'cha got or who you know Step to the maadness, your a** gotta go Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year East coast, west coast get the *?c'reer?* You don't wanna see my crew Cos circle's deep i thought you knew