Coolio F- Wc U Know Hoo Lyrics

U Know Hoo Lyrics

[WC] 

 aiyo Coolio what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the 

 lip 

 talkin' 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 is 

 but you know for those who don't know 

 I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight 

 aiyo G 

 we're gon' do it like this 

 why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc 

 [Coolio] 

 right 

 all you niggas run and tell a friend, um 

 bad mutha fuckas is bad again 

 MAAD Circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and 

 if I tell I got a fo'ty four and 

 I shoot they ass up like rifleman 

 'cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan 

 them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up 

 and I hit 'em right back 'cause I don't give a fuck 

 so throw your mutha fucking M in the sky 

 if the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye 

 if you leaped up your seat you met your doom 

 Big G could start a fight in an empty room 

 you fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes 

 Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon 

 I 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 Circle 

 I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who 

 [WC] 

 nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street 

 it's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty 

 stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket 

 getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C 

 the quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it 

 yo Coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas 

 (I don't know) 

 don't they know, um 

 I gets busy like Illegal 

 flow like water 

 drop bomb shit like a seagull 

 a janky ass nigga known to sag 

 and like Old English, I'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass 

 diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when I flow 

 decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats 

 cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol macking 

 and like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static) 

 and jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static 

 nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it 

 these ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals 

 I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills 

 but 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 holla 

 it's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar 

 I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it 

 turn it to the hook and kick in the door 

 may all the traytons be forgot 

 but if you're steppin' to the Circle we'll connect your dots 

 I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me 

 and, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a G 

 cause I been where you're goin' and I know what you see 

 you might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to 

 the O 

 with the mutha fucking god damn flow 

 so, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket 

 wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus 

 yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew 

 (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) 

 {Chorus} 

 [Coolio] 

 un huh 

 all you punk ass mutha fuckas 

 the real steel is in the heel for year feel 

 brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah 

 we're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch