Lyrics

[Intro: Coolio] Yo, it's just me and my girl Talkin' 'bout my daughter, nigga Yeah [Verse 1: Coolio] I'm [?] I hope y'all listen 'cause my condition is dire Look, I didn't [?] but I'm still on fire 'Til a nigga retire or expire Whichever come first, I do it 'til the dirt Rise up and cover my body, where's my shotty? I know they got a plan and plot to stop me, mob me My style ain't sloppy, that's why they copy My song structure, formula, and my rhyme pattern I know I got 'em open, but I guess it don't matter 'Cause independent of all, I stand, rise, and fall on my own 'Cause when the day is over, I'm full grown With bills of my own and kids of my own So I'ma speak thе truth on this microphone That alpha and omega, we thе same and But maybe y'all don't understand what I'm sayin' [Chorus: Artisha] Y'all don't know about what y'all talkin' 'bout (What y'all talkin' about) Y'all just scrubs and lames (And lames) Put that microphone down and lean back (Microphone down) Daddy's gon' spit that game (That game) Y'all bustas better grab your woman (Grab your woman) And tell 'em that my daddy's comin' (My daddy's comin') He's back on deck with that gangsta talk And he's runnin' things [Verse 2: Coolio] I know about runnin' the streets, I know about holdin' some heat I know about niggas layin' face down [?] In a ski mask so you didn't know it was me [?] I know about sellin' some crack, I know how niggas react I know what's goin' on in the dark in the alley out back I see where fools be stashin' their sack, and where it's at I know about holdin' a block at 2 or 3 in the morning when the [?] [?] I know about goin' to school with a handgun in my pocket, straight bangin' a fool Payin' my dues, breakin' the rules, playin' it cool It's hard to be a G, that's what I'm sayin' to you [Chorus: Artisha] Y'all don't know about what y'all talkin' 'bout (What y'all talkin' about) Y'all just scrubs and lames (And lames) Put that microphone down and lean back (Microphone down) Daddy's gon' spit that game (That game) Y'all bustas better grab your woman (Grab your woman) And tell 'em that my daddy's comin' (My daddy's comin') He's back on deck with that gangsta talk And he's runnin' things [Verse 3: Coolio] Whatcha know about switchin' the lane? Grippin' some grain, pimpin' hoes, spittin' the flames, huh? Whatcha know about rollin' [?] [?] Whatcha know about pickin' up shells 'Cause ya send 'em all to hell and don't want 'em to tell? I don't know what you know about C But from the [?] you best be respectin' my G Reflectively, conceptually [?] inevitably from Town or country, mountain, valley or city He make niggas throw it up [?] From the home of the full-grown, grimy and gritty The Crips and Bloods, the streets that show you no pity It's hard on the block, cuz, and life is shitty So niggas handcuff they hoes and lock up the kitty [Chorus: Artisha] Y'all don't know about what y'all talkin' 'bout (What y'all talkin' about) Y'all just scrubs and lames (And lames) Put that microphone down and lean back (Microphone down) Daddy's gon' spit that game (That game) Y'all bustas better grab your woman (Grab your woman) And tell 'em that my daddy's comin' (My daddy's comin') He's back on deck with that gangsta talk And he's runnin' things [Outro: Artisha] Y'all can run, but y'all can't hide Y'all can front, but y'all can't slide Y'all can dream, but y'all can't lie Y'all can take this heat and die 'Cause we coming from the west side Y'all can run, but y'all can't hide Y'all can front, but y'all can't slide Y'all can dream, but y'all can't lie Y'all can take this heat and die 'Cause we coming from the west side