Coolio - I Breaks 'Em Off lyrics
[Coolio - I Breaks 'Em Off lyrics]
Yeah, I run rings around your
Crew like a track star so stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention is my intention
Been rappin so long some say
I should get a pension ain't no tension
If I forgot to mention
I rock rhymes over beats
For salary and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl is a tacky ho
Go back to slangin rocks and
Leave rappin to Coolio
It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
I'll dip you in some sauce, fool
I'm the boss and I still be sending busters
To Harris & Ross you, gotta pay the cost I
Refuse to take a loss
So I spit like I feel it
And dust your junky ass off
I break 'em off i break 'em all off
I got to keep on the real
With my hands on the steel
Cause we all understand we got to die one day
But, everybody knows we got to
Rise to the top and the mission don't stop
Till the casket drop
I'm protected by the tech
And the teflon vest and we earn that respect
Cause we worked so hard so put
That needle on the record
And everybody check it
Cause I never been affected by what they say
It's been a whole lot of
Years since I shed tears
For my fears I downed case loads of
Beers and drank jack with my peers
So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
I keep the treble in my highs
And lows in my bass
So feel the affect of the wine and funk
But you gotta have hustle which
Can vibrate you funk
City to alley to valley hood and block
You know I got the sound to break 'em off
I came back from the Congo
As Return Of The Jedi
I smoke the spinach and you
Get popped in your ezzye watch me do this
You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
My rhymes will sound like Buddah
Like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
Sea Hag don't never tempt me
Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
I can do the rope-a dope
And steal a base like Davey Lopes
And bring more hope back to
The hood than the Pope
So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
See, if you can endure
The pressure that's put on your
But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
That's why your cap get peeled, yeah
You're soft as silk
It's time to seperate the real from the fake
You shaky like Jake and your game always get
Exposed when you perpetrate
Check the Times and the Post
This is straight west coast
And when I break it off you know it's broke
This is straight west coast!
Crew like a track star so stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention is my intention
Been rappin so long some say
I should get a pension ain't no tension
If I forgot to mention
I rock rhymes over beats
For salary and commission
I got it all figured out like Columbo
I'll drop you like Dumbo
Your album is weak, and so is your video
Or should I say wackeo
Your girl is a tacky ho
Go back to slangin rocks and
Leave rappin to Coolio
It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
I'll dip you in some sauce, fool
I'm the boss and I still be sending busters
To Harris & Ross you, gotta pay the cost I
Refuse to take a loss
So I spit like I feel it
And dust your junky ass off
I break 'em off i break 'em all off
I got to keep on the real
With my hands on the steel
Cause we all understand we got to die one day
But, everybody knows we got to
Rise to the top and the mission don't stop
Till the casket drop
I'm protected by the tech
And the teflon vest and we earn that respect
Cause we worked so hard so put
That needle on the record
And everybody check it
Cause I never been affected by what they say
It's been a whole lot of
Years since I shed tears
For my fears I downed case loads of
Beers and drank jack with my peers
So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
I keep the treble in my highs
And lows in my bass
So feel the affect of the wine and funk
But you gotta have hustle which
Can vibrate you funk
City to alley to valley hood and block
You know I got the sound to break 'em off
I came back from the Congo
As Return Of The Jedi
I smoke the spinach and you
Get popped in your ezzye watch me do this
You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
My rhymes will sound like Buddah
Like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
Sea Hag don't never tempt me
Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
I can do the rope-a dope
And steal a base like Davey Lopes
And bring more hope back to
The hood than the Pope
So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
See, if you can endure
The pressure that's put on your
But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
That's why your cap get peeled, yeah
You're soft as silk
It's time to seperate the real from the fake
You shaky like Jake and your game always get
Exposed when you perpetrate
Check the Times and the Post
This is straight west coast
And when I break it off you know it's broke
This is straight west coast!