Granny Nuttin` Up Lyrics

Granny Nuttin` Up lyrics

featuring Coolio 

[WC] 
You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat
Maad Circle villain 
Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin 
Sippin on Mak Duk,
on my way to Compton 
to pick this nigga Coolio up 
Two ski masks, on my
left a nine 
Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) 
You god damn
right motherfucker it's on again 
Coolio what's the plan? 

[Coolio]

It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga load ya gun up 
It's gonna be a
stick-up, came up on the liquor 
You know that bitch that I used to fuck --
named Theresa 
(Yeah nigga, with the big ass butt) 
Well her brother was
a client of mine 
Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part
time (yeah) 
Well anyway I got a caper (uh) 
And if we pull it off right
we can come up on a stack of paper 
Here go the plan: me, you, and him

cause the nigga drivin the bus is down with us 
Call Crazy Toones and
tell him to give you a ride 
and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at
half past five 
Since old people don't trust young niggaz none 
you gotta
be disguised like a senior citizen 
Don't worry about escape cause it's OK

I'll be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc 
And I don't
wanna see you act up 
but if anybody trip you better handle that shit


[WC] 
Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck 
You gon'
fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker 

[Coolio] 
Quit actin
like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga 
and let's make some dough, check
this: 
Nuttin plus nuttin equal none 
Fool grab the motherfuckin money
and run 

[WC] Right come on 

Chorus: WC 

Diamond in the
back, sun roof cracked 
Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo 
(some
R&B sample) "Straight jackin" 

Chorus 

[WC] 
So
now it's goin accordin to plan 
I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a
senior citizen 
Sittin on a bus full of old motherfuckers 
Wavin they
bibles singin, "I love Jesus!" 
And now my concious is fuckin with
me 
cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir 
And I ain't askin no
questions 
Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings

Cause I was told at seven on the dot 
No matter the spot, to execute the
plot 
And my watch read 6:59 
So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo'
time 
Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop* 
This is a jack nigga,
and I'm startin from the back 
Necklaces, anklets to bracelets 
to the
Rolexes, I'm takin all they shit, huh 
I had em shakin, steady fadin, money
breakin 
fillin my bag up with bacon 
Lookin out the window at Coolio

yellin out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!" 
Yo,
we gon' handle this loc 
I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under
control 
But really I was bein greedy takin too long 
So peep the next
verse but first the chorus of song goes 

Chorus 

[WC] 
Standin
in the middle of the aisle 
A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my
escape 
Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up 
before one-time swoop,
and you get us all stuck!" 
Aight so now I'm on my way to the front

Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to dump 
He was down with
us on our shady operation 
So he pulled the bus over with no hesitation

But that's when the drama kicked in 
"Motherfucker take that!"
*blam* Damn I got shot in the back 
Looked up and who did I see? 
This
bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C 
Twistin afflicted, burnin
like syphillis 
Lookin at death and I'm coughin up flesh 
Ran to the car,
"Coolio I've been hit" "Huh?" 
"I told you the shit
sound like a motherfuckin twist!" 

[Coolio] 
Wait, what's wrong,
what the FUCK GOIN ON?! 
This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him


[WC] Cool here come nigga grab your gun 
[Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna
have me some fun 

Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left 
So
I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin chest 
I don't know if it's yo'
birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift 
That's what you get for the twist, yea


Chorus 2X 

[WC] Maad Circle nigga