Coolio - Thought You Knew Lyrics

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Verse 1: PS 
Never gave a fuck and I still don't 
So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life 
A young BG deranged in the brain 
The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang 
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G 
Really can I make your ass rest in peace? 
No need to waste my energy squabbin 
Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin 
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin 
Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin 
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick 
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga 
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother 
Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers 
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that 
and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat 

Chorus: 

Bitches ridin on my bit 
Niggas hit me up and shit 
But I'm from the Eastside 
Where the niggas 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 nigga that come runnin up 
Keepin motherfuckers 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 bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way 
and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) 
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand 
You can bet my monkey ass 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 fuck without my hoes 
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4 
Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me 
but I won't be gettin back in the CPT 

Chorus: 

Niggas tryin to give me stuff 
Billy Boy don't give a fuck 
First I warn you with my rhyme 
then I'll fuck 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 ass holler 
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar 
Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches 
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes 
You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front 
Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas 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 niggas that you don't wanna see 
You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile 
I chew your ass 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 motherfuckin 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 motherfuckers get two to the chin 
I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know 
Step to the Maadness, your ass 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

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