Gangsta's Paradise (feat. L.V.) - Coolio, Bodybangers & Lotus

They call me Hitmaka Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I feel so safe when I'm with you Every other hitta should've been you Only show yo' soft side when I'm with you Yo' ex be actin' out but I got you How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Met you at the CITGO on the Westside Always talkin' 'bout how you wanna change lives I can see you through the tatts and the gang signs Back rolls Backwoods in the late night How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Let me be ya gangsta's paradise

I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist I wear a 'S' on my chest, I prefer my vest And if the chronic run out, loc', pass the stress 'Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things Turn up the alpine and let the woofers bang bang To the boogie say up jump the boogie He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies, I shook thee I coulda took him, but he wasn't even worth a bullet I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it From defamation to decimation, every day is like summer vacation A nigga couldn't wait for somethin' good to put in yo Kenwood Turn it up to 21, and bop it in your hood I'm a East Side nigga, gotta have sprilla Do or die, low down, real life killa They comin' through the hold on tip-toe You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist Yes, yes, y'all (yes, y'all) 40 They in the house, with a fifth y'all (fifth y'all) Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, oh, that be you When our four colors rock, front and ass out All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block Your sounds ain't beating' so your girls ain't freaking' Watch your fly, got the whole post meeting' Hit 'em in their eyes and go suicides Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like To hit the mic for a licking, "Hell no, I ain't tripping" 'Cause I kinda like pimpin' being' freer than a pigeon Got your bitch down in positions, all kinda ways 40 They pimpin' these suck as 'til they graze So, come with these weak flows, if you must But I got a hundred and 21 mo' rounds I can bust I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride Like Clyde, Drexler, this is east side Westa, recognize the routine Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team So, why you tellin' me to sell a key of yayo That's how you give a fellow need like jayo We lay low, all up in the cut If it's suicide then roll the bustas up And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch Now the party didn't start 'til I walked in And it probably wont end 'til I sip Hen But in the meantime and in between time Better tuck in your chin and learn to take your lumps and grin You know you can't wait 'cause I'ma stay on one One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist I got one mo' switch, I can hit I got one mo' bullet in my clip I got one mo' drink, I can steal I got one mo' sack, I can twist

You got me smilin' again You got me smilin' again Smilin' again You got me smilin' again One night of pleasure, nine months of pain Three days later and that's when you came Two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes Brown eyes like Mom, with your grandmother's nose Even though you're momma's baby And daddy's little baby My love is unconditional to one of us is Swayze Day or night, roll the light, no matter what you do Like the Jackson 5 said, "I'll be there for you" 'cause My life is your life and your life is mine Through thick and thin, I'm your friend 'til the end of time I'll make sure you get your props, you can call me pops And anything you need, I'll pulling out of the stops Even though we're not together like we used to be D-A-D-D-Y, you can count on me 'Cause when I'm feelin' down every now and then I take a look into your eyes and I smile again You got me smilin' again You got me smilin' again Smilin' again You got me smilin' again Forget about Batman, Superman and the Power Rangers 'Cause I'ma be your hero if you ever in some danger This ain't the Huckstables and my name ain't Cliff No matter how old you get, you could get that ass whipped Daddy, don't take no mess And I ain't gone settle for nothing less than your very best When I do what I do 'cause you did what you did It's 'cause I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dumb ass kids You gots to be a leader, it's my responsibility to teach ya Right from wrong and make decisions of your own I never said that I was perfect, but I know you're worth it so I'ma do my damnest, to make sure you get some chances So just listen to your Daddy 'cause he tryin' to tell ya something And don't let nobody tell ya I don't love ya, 'cause they frontin' 'Cause when I'm feelin' down, every now and then I take a look into your eyes and I smile again You got me smilin' again You got me smilin' again Smilin' again You got me smilin' again You got me smilin' La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You got me smilin' La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Every day is a struggle, when life is like a puzzle That we gotta put together, together so and ever You need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on Your daddy's home I'm tryin' to build a foundation on which you could stand When you's a grown woman and you's a grown man I got open ears when the world ain't tryin' to hear When I can't be there in the flesh, I'm there in the spirit I'm tryna make an impression on the things that you stand for The knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids I know it's hard growing up 'cause I used to be a youngsta So we gon' work as a team So the the nigga don't take ya under People, let me tell ya about my best friends 'Cause I'm down with the children, all the way 'til the end 'Cause when I'm feelin' down, every now and then I take a look into they eyes and I smile again You got me smilin' again You got me smilin' again Smilin' again You got me smilin' again Smilin' again (you got me smilin') You got me smilin' again Smilin' again You got me smilin' again

It's time to take you to its full potential, peep this And drop some game on the instrumental, and It's a symptom that you listen close and better tell your folks Let the locest loc First things first since your date of birth You've been kinda confused about what your life is worth 50 million times don't wait and go You gotta take control Those fools don't want to be home You can do anything that you want to do All you got to do is to put your brain into it Take your time and educate your mind In the long run, I'm sure you're fine If you walk the walk, you can talk the talk But don't wait too long 'cause life is short And remember, no matter what they tellin' you If you try, you can be a winner too Keep on pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up You're a winner You gotta keep pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up You're a winner Everybody rides with the women, boys, and girls Each one teach one but we can't save the world All at one day you gotta take it play by play And once you're on the path, don't you ever go this way If your leader wants to holla but you can't make him plead You can give a man some wisdom but you can't make him man feel Stitchin' time says nine The early bird gets the worm But all you can think about is gettin attention for your firm If knowledge is power and power is knowledge, then How so many idiots be graduating from colleges? Better the B-side than the be gotted fool Than to speakin' to move all out You know what I'm talking about When opportunity knocks, you better let him in and sit him on down And try to be his friend In order to be a professional, first you got to be a beginner But if you keep on pushing, you can be a winner Keep on pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up You're a winner You gotta keep pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up You're a winner Red, yellow, black, white or brown If every mind their business, we can all get down It all starts and on 'Cause once they're grown, they're gone And once they're on their own You got to leave them alone Be a leader but if you can't be a leader Make sure your leader is a damn good teacher and Imagine if you was in a car and your life was wasted Somebody was on your back and you had to give him some space Put the pedal to the metal and mash out, loc But make sure you stay in your lane And go stroke for stroke We don't need no penalties or eliminations or disqualifications What we need is penetrations Now I know you heard this before but sometimes life is what you make it I ain't the one that's known for faking or perpetratin' If Albert was an Einstein And Phyllis was a Diller And Michael Jackson was a thriller Then you could be a winner Keep on pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up (You gotta be moving) Everybody we're moving on up (Don't you let nobody stop you, no, no) Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up You gotta keep pushing Moving on up Everybody we're moving on up Moving on up Moving on up (Lord of mercy, we're moving on up) Moving on up You're a winner Moving on up (Lord of mercy, we're moving on up) Moving on up (Keep on pushing) You gotta keep pushing

It has (It has), come to my understanding that (that) There are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz) And abilities (and abilities) Since it is thus (it is thus) I must (I must) Release (release) Myself (myself) For with thou be repremanded (repremanded) Hit 'Em! Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco Me and the Forty dump yo ass like a pogo You better kick it cause I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disapeer like Dorothy and Toto Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill before I send my homie home with your hoe Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco' I deliver hits like my name was FujiMoto Platinum and gold all the way to Acalpuco To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a Rollo Your points need bifocals You better try to see like Total My name ain't Ralph Lauren but I'll play your ass like polo I kick a solo From here to Sojo You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Get that nigga, get that nigga! (Ha-ha) I'm stickin niggaz like Mexican's in penitentaries The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me Grew up off Avalon and Century With a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry Can't injure me My momma fucked the Unibomber that's why I'm blowin shit to smithareens I'm like (Wu-Wu-Wu-Wu! Wee!) The nigga flying guillotine (Ha-ha!) The illest things I bring that not even DeVante could swing Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green Fuck your team (nigga) Crowbar eatin niggaz up like Edy, I mean (I mean) It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (Right) I smoke all label rosters when I rock like the thing In the bucket doin ninety-five like Rodney King Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary I'm like white blood cells fightin' H.I.V. inside a capillary (Bitch) I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary My prom night I was fuckin Carrie Had her screamin "Bloody Mary!" Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ah) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em! Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha, Hit 'em!) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Wha?) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (Break that nigga off) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! (What's that, Cool?) Cool, break this nigga off! Alright, wait, wait, wait It ain't ova I burn like a nova It's the? all see Mona? Like mother fuckin Yoda I rock like baking soda From Compton to Dakota And when I drop I'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her) I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like Noah I told ya I'm a soldier Wake that ass up like Folger's Give the people what they want a little bit more-a You don't know the score What the hell you comin here for? Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore It's the hardcore Take your whole hood to war It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords You be the prey, I'll be the predator Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me Thor Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (Ha-ha, Ha-ha) Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Rrrr, stick 'em. Hit 'em! Hit 'em!