Coolio - Sumpin' New Lyrics

Coolio - Sumpin' New Video

This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business,

And people come from miles around

With an almost religious devotion

To get on down.

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

What up everybody so glad you're here

It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear

This ain't a fantastic voyage but I'm still on a mission

To see if I can get your attention

Now I wants to drop some information

Just a little additive to your education

I live my life by the code of the funk

600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk

When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so

Throw your hands up if you're down with the C

Double O, L, I, O with the flow

I'm lookin' for the party, so let a nigga know

1, 2, 3, it's like A-B-C

If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free

Slide, slide, but that's the past

I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

If you got beefed, then nigga eat a porkchop

Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop

I brake like antilocks, panties drop,

From hood to hood, block to block

Help, I need somebody

To get it goin' on in this party

Baby you can do it, take your time do it right,

We can drink some yak and do it all damn night

My name ain't Wanda, but I'll rock your world

Get more bounce than a Jheri curl

Too many looky loos be lookin' for clues

There's a party goin' on, now whatcha gonna do, so

Grab your partner, do-si-do,

If you don't know who it is, it's Coolio,

Slide, slide, but that's the past,

I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

Push, push, in the bush

But don't step on no toes 'Cause you might get smushed

It's the brother from around the way

And what I say I been comin' on three like Dr. Dre

Comin' at 'em with a pattern an' a fresh pair of atoms

I hope you don't trip 'Cause I don't want to have to get 'em

So move your body baby, drive the homeys crazy,

The way you shake that ass, it always amaze me

Ain't no party like a west coast party

'Cause a west coast party don't stop

So when you see a young nigga

In a Chevy hittin' switches, then you gotta get a nigga his props

I got size in my rise and the motion for your ocean

Coolio got the potion to kick the party open

Slide, slide, but that's the past

I got sumpin' brand new for that ass.

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

 

1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

Gotta Gotta get up to get down

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Coolio - Hit 'em High (The Monstar's Anthem) Lyrics

Coolio - Hit 'em High (The Monstar's Anthem) Video

Greetings, earthlings

 

We have now taken over your radioooo...

 

Goin' straight to the hole

You ain't got no game

I'm breakin' ya out the frame

Coming through like a train

Looking to take over the whole world is my goal

With my unstoppable crew takin' all control

You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this

Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this

Get out the lane, I'm comin' through

And if you don't wanna move then I'm comin' right through you

 

It's like inch by inch and step by step

I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission

Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck

It's like switch when I bust

Now you're whole crew is dust

Comin' through my area, I'm a have to bury ya

The real scream team on your scream scene

It's like showdown on the range

Go tell me who wanna tangle with the

Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?

 

We want it all (want it all!)

Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)

You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)

In the game we take you to war (war!)

You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

 

Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane

Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game

Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain

Untamed, you won't like it when I change

And you are type strange

Make room, manaical monster in the game

And I got my eye on you

Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain

You feelin' me, I'm feelin' you

The Monstar again, i'm tellin' you

Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket

Get up out my way is what you better do

My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct

You better ask it

Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?

You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by Swackhammer

Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers

With hang time like a coat hanger

Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks

What up doc? The Monstar funk

 

Lightning strikes the court lights get dim

Supreme competition is about to begin

Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated

Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated

I'm rugged raw, my Monstars is gettin' money

When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their bunnies (Uhh!)

Every step I take shakes the ground

I'll make you break your ankles, son, shake you down

This is my planet, I'm bout business

The best that ever done it, can I get a witness? (Uhhh!)

Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above

You in it for the money?

Or in it for the love, M.J.?

23 ways to make a pay

Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (Uhh!)

I'm 28 light years old

If the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole (Dole)

Am I gettin' lyrical?

Daddy, I think so (Ooo)

Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow (Sloooo)

 

We want it all (want it all!)

Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)

You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)

In the game we take you to war (war!)

You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

 

Yo, god bless!!

Pick up your chest

Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press

With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test

We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express

I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off

Just use your head and forfeit the game

You and your team just need to back off!!

Get off my block, gimmie the ball, I said it's my rock!!

I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock

Throw all your money in the pot

And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot

When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do?

We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you

While you abandon your ship, we take your championship

With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip

Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars

Who do they be?

They be the Monstars!

 

We want it all (want it all!)

Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)

You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)

In the game we take you to war (war!)

You ain't seen nothin' like this before

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high

And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low

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Coolio - Bright As The Sun Lyrics

Coolio - Bright As The Sun Video

Starlight

Starbright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may

I wish I might

Get this lick I try to hit tonight...

 

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

 

Everytime I think about it I still can't understand

What night these niggaz think they don't need a plan

Cuz if you don't have a plan, then

Tell me what you got

The old get rich quick scheme

Or bust her ass Broc

Niggaz be punkin' out loc

Dyin' over nothin'

It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion

Hickory

Dickory

Thievory

Trickory

Povorty

Misory

Pleads to insanoty

Homocide

Rivalry

Garnd theft buglory

Purgory

Emergency surgory

A.P.B.

They lookin' for a G

You ran through a field

Hopped a fence

And climbed a tree

9-1-1

Here they come for him

Nigga wit' a gun

Now your ass is done

Ain't nowhere to hide

Ain't nowhere to run

Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun...

 

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

 

It seems nowadays

Just to get some respect

Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check

Or come around the corner on 3 Hobbit

Blockin' up the street

Flossin' back on your keys

An' everybody's sayin' you're the man loc

Never broke

An' high off that pream old smoke

Sippin' in the seat

Rollin' in the ragtop Chevy '63

The p.i.m.p.

On top of the game

But now you're gettin' laid

Cuz that gak weed o' yay is playin' tricks on your brain

You're lookin' for a way out

Before your game play out

Cuz once you game play out

Ya lose all ya' kriz out

Late one night you was rollin' down the block

With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock

One-time got behind you and they told you to stop

But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't broke

Out like a sucka

You dumb mothafucka

Now the chase is on

An' here go the song

How the hell do you think you can run

When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

 

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

 

Lockdown since the '80 situation number three, a

Nigga is released from the penitentary

Fools betta recognize

An' visualize

Don't be suprized

Ya betta realize

They gotta plan fo' your ass, a

Cage for the mask, so

If you're rollin' dirty ya then ya betta have a stash

Spot in your whoopty

An' know the whoompty whoofty

When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see

He don't know the new game

B'cuz the new game ain't true game

Well he betta catch her quick

Becuz the old game is runnin'

Nine is his waist

That's the new game loc, cuz

If you ain't heated then you might get smoked

He was walkin' down the street

Mindin' his business

Just happy to be free

And what do we see?

From the corner of his house

Here come one-time

So off he dashed

Like they set fire to his ass

Cuz if he get caught

It's strike number three

An' this might be his last day on the street

I bet next time you'll listen when I tell ya son

That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

 

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Shinin' down on me

Bright as the sun

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Coolio - Too Hot Lyrics

Coolio - Too Hot Video

Everybody listen up cause I'm about to get my speak on

Fools be trippin when it's time to get their freak on

Runnin round town, puttin it down with-out

Nno protection, for they erection

When it's time for selection what's your direction?

Before you make a choice, you betta do some inspection

If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then

Let me explain now

Iesha slept wit Mark and Mark slept wit Tina

And Tina slept wit Javier the first time he seen her

Javier slept wit Lupe and Lupe slept with Rob

Cuz he was rollin on beads and had a good ass job

Rob slept wit Lisa who slept wit Steve and

Steve was positive, H.I.V.

What started off as a plan ended up in the plot

Ya betta cool ya ass off cause it's too damn hot

 

Chorus: J.T. Taylor

 

Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot*

Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade

It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot*

Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made

 

You're doin everything momma told ya not to do

Now you're tryin to walk away cause ya know it's true

Your sister can't explain, and your brother's ashamed

To admit you both have the same last name

I don't have to ask you where you've been

Cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn

A mind is a terrible thing to waste that was the slogan

But now it's ninety-five and it's Don't forget the Trojan

Explained it to her momma, before somebody get her

Gotta hip her to the game of those smooth talkin niggaz

Love is the word, seldom meant but often heard

Latex safe sex you better learn

Or get hip to the facts before you react or end up in a box on your back

Sometimes you ask for what you want and, get what you got

Don't get caught up in the plot, it's too damn hot

 

Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot*

Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade

It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot*

Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made

 

Another day in the city and, oh what a pity

Even though we did our duty things are still lookin shitty

Everybody in the pack stacked, tryin to make some scratch

Walkin in the rain but they ain't got no hat

Understand how we livin in the nineties loc

Nuclear waste, cannibalism, and pistol smoke

Sex lies videotape and rape

Just a little bump n grind can seal your fate

We need to do something drastic, shit is gettin tragic

And if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic

Everybody an they momma preachin abstinence, these kids ain't checkin for absti-shit

So put a condom in they hand and hope it don't bust

Another victim of the lust, in God we trust

What started off as a plan ended up in the plot

Water can't cool it off cause it's too damn hot

 

Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot*

Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade

It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot*

Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made

 

Oh-ohh it's too hot, *too hot*, too hot lady *too hot*

Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade

It's too hot, *too hot*, too hot homie *too hot*

Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made

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