Coolio: Can i get down 1X

[Featuring Malika] Verse 1 Coolio Malika: I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face I give love But when push come to shove I'm 'posed to solo Diggin me out the ditch (Hey hey Cool give me some chips fool) Ain't that a bitch Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky You hella high But why why did she touch the tie? But I start on full wit a gangsta limp Morris couldn't see this pimp I'm backslappin gimps True, I'll be in the cut, but you notice me Try to throw with me Now you wanna roll with me, fate I'll lead you left instead of right Tonight's the night So, let's get the situation tight I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under My momma said, "Never let a sucker take you asunder" Don't be gettin outta line where it concerns mine It might be your time, but it's my rhyme Chorus, Coolio, Malika: Can I get down one time to make the people say yeah And nobody wont care? Can I get down one time without All the criticism and media in my business? Can I get down one time and release my rhyme And speak my mind? Can I get down one time? Can I get down one time? Verse 2, Malika: I take my picture with a smile like Jack Cause I'm back You picturin all them chips in stack I got love, though, don't be no stank hoe I'm not fallin for the gank, yo God I thank, though Enemies it's your decision The gift I been givin Got you in the life I'm livin Watch your sane, sane like Marley Mike Your game ain't right You be slippin every night I'm hoverin up in the nest with the claws out Cause he had his paws out When he paused out He's out, now it's in with the new In with the two You know how these thieves do Chorus Verse 3, Malika, Coolio: I can't do what I want, or how I wanna This shit is drama So what is it you want, huh? We tryin to make it to the tizzy I'll be a hella busy bee The gizzy Through the frizzy, is we Tryin to have somethin We goin off frontin Cause nothin leaves nothin And nothin means we head bumpin Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable Twistin me a fable Somethin sweet like sable You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced Liquor be revelain The homies true feelins So, I be willin To turn into a villian Then if you're still with me You got to chill with me Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me Never senseless Thank you for your business And I got more rhymes Than L.A. Times got headlines Chorus, Repeat 4X