Get Up Get Down Coolio

Stepping up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika)
Yeap the diction is on point
Causing, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie tripping why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit

See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swinging for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on popping, representing I keep stomping
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbing

I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size
Have you going down like Mary J. Blige
When it's popping like this, you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fucking beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and busters
Fucking with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs coming constantly
Bumping G-15's, Westside scene
Killing the competition, while making a fucking green
So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie
And I want you to know G

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I feel

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggas wear beanies
Busting lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show
For I stage show beat em up

40 Thevz getting busy rocking coast to coast
Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up
Giving it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop em and then pop em
For popping like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nothing
Cause I been ruffing and scuffing so give it up when I'm busting or get to ducking
Cause I ain't given em nothing
Fools can't get none, so fuck em

Let me rock the motherfucking mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packing
Quick to get it cracking
Went from jacking to rapping to running with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like

Lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fucking with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge running with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter
Wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here with that garbage
My crew see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause we got skills

I peep game and get recognized, buying all the hard liquor
Toothpick and beedy-dying
Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt
And ain't nothing cracking
For them niggas stepping up with the funk I'm packing Tinactin
Cause I be earning stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches

What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often
Jaywalking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and
John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and
Cee-Arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalking lofts men to New York and in between
So take caution, leave the flossing for dental hygiene
Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard

The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity
Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggas player hating cause I spoke like a Dayton
I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when
CMB came strolling
Blowing niggas up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smoking
Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggas better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't give a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the back of Wino's truck
Like robbing in the paint, fool think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pulling rank
I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to
Kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk

I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfucking problems here
Cause I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the penalty box
Sporting a stocking cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks
The freestyle finatic psychosomatic back at it causing static
With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha
Bringing more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, taking over pissing in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to wake up and apologize
Niggas penitentiary yearn me cause I, burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle

Ay man! Ay ay
What's up Wino?
Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out?
Yeah yeah fuck it
Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch!