Coolio: U know hoo

[WC]aiyo Coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the liptalkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up?[Coolio]yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool[WC]nah, they know what time it isbut, you know, for those who don't knowI think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straightaiyo, Gwe're gon' do it like thiswhy don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc[Coolio]rightall you niggas run and tell a friend, umbad mutha fuckas is bad againMAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' andif I tell I got a fo'ty four andI shoot they ass up like rifleman'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Danthem punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me upand I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuckso throw your mutha fucking M in the skyif the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eyeif you leaped up your seat you met your doomBig G could start a fight in an empty roomyou fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunesWino, Billy Boy, P.S. and SpoonI don't give a fuck about you or your crew(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who){Chorus}brothers of the mother MAAD CircleI'm down with the MAAD ass you know who[WC]nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the streetit's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell bootystank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basketgetting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' Cthe quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust ityo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas(I don't know)don't they know, umI gets busy like Illegalflow like waterdrop bomb shit like a seagulla janky ass nigga known to sagand like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they assdiggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flowdecapitating rappers and pissin' down they throatscause I'm the, rusty mac pistol mackingand like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want staticnineteen ninety fo' and you cwoards all done had itthese ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record dealsI'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the billsbut that's alright because I gotta kill a crew(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who){Chorus}[Coolio]another day, another dollar, I'll be there when ya hollait's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholarI dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold itturn it to the hook and kick in the doormay all the traytons be forgotbut if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dotsI, always feel like somebody's watchin' meand, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a Gcause I been where you're goin' and I know what you seeyou might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the Owith the mutha fucking god damn flowso, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucketwit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckusyo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who){Chorus}[Coolio]un huhall you punk ass mutha fuckasthe real steel is in the heel for year feelbrand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeahwe're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch