Lyric Sticky Fingers
Brainiac with a zany act cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo then climb through the window
And eye the VCR and load it in the Pinto huh!
Yes I m on my way to the bait
or should I say the pawn shop but I don t smoke rocks
Some people say I m crazy and they think I m on crack
Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it back
Coolio loco you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
Bandit, underhanded, yes I m skanless
Snake in the grass fool, I m taking chances
If the price is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger
("But he s stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
("I ain t never got gaffled like that" - JD)
("Don t, you blink, or I ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers)
("What you doin stickin in that people s window?" - Richard Pryor)
("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("Gimme that...") big gold chain
("That s the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.)
Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin no drama
If I can t get you I bust a cap on your momma
I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit
Yeah, buddy, sht s lookin good
Gets much props and respect from the hood
Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, and you re bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don t pimp no bitch for my dough
They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe
Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster
They follow me round the store because they know that I m a booster
Tell me what you want and I ll be the stealer
Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers
("Coolio...")
("First they do ring, now they mob ring")
("Told you before, you shouldn ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane)
("Give it up, give it up, give it up")
I don t wanna go to jail cause I don t like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
One plus three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut
You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it
I m driving down the street in your llac while you re sleepin
I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
Never said I was the best, but I m damn sure the loc est
Up, up, and away, like a rocket
Some fool got shot, now I m goin through his pockets
He won t be needin no dollars where he s goin
And when I get to hell I ma act like I don t know him
I m takin everything that ain t bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door
Let me be free for I m a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers
("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them
too")
Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack
Of indo then climb through the window
And eye the VCR and load it in the Pinto huh!
Yes I m on my way to the bait
or should I say the pawn shop but I don t smoke rocks
Some people say I m crazy and they think I m on crack
Cause I hock all the shit and I never get it back
Coolio loco you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
Bandit, underhanded, yes I m skanless
Snake in the grass fool, I m taking chances
If the price is right, you can call me a killer
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger
("But he s stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- Guru)
("I ain t never got gaffled like that" - JD)
("Don t, you blink, or I ma rob your ass blind" - Sticky Fingers)
("What you doin stickin in that people s window?" - Richard Pryor)
("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("Gimme that...") big gold chain
("That s the life, a-that I lead" -- Run-D.M.C.)
Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no shit, carryin no drama
If I can t get you I bust a cap on your momma
I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift
My trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit
Yeah, buddy, sht s lookin good
Gets much props and respect from the hood
Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, and you re bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don t pimp no bitch for my dough
They got somethin I want, I just rob the hoe
Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster
They follow me round the store because they know that I m a booster
Tell me what you want and I ll be the stealer
Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers
("Coolio...")
("First they do ring, now they mob ring")
("Told you before, you shouldn ta never fell asleep" - Big Daddy Kane)
("Give it up, give it up, give it up")
I don t wanna go to jail cause I don t like the lockup
Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
One plus three equals four for the knockout
Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut
You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it
I m driving down the street in your llac while you re sleepin
I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
Never said I was the best, but I m damn sure the loc est
Up, up, and away, like a rocket
Some fool got shot, now I m goin through his pockets
He won t be needin no dollars where he s goin
And when I get to hell I ma act like I don t know him
I m takin everything that ain t bolted to the floor
And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door
Let me be free for I m a thief and a gangster
Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers
("Yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them
too")
