Coolio, WC - U Know Hoo lyrics

Aiyo Coolio
What's up with all these fools always
Poppin' off at the lip
Talkin' about the last sucka to fuck
Up, and stuff like that, loc
What's up?

Yeah, don't beleive everything you read
Fool

Nah, they know what time it is
But, you know, for those who don't know
I think it's time that we step to
The mic and set the record straight
Aiyo, G
We're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who
You're down with loc

Right
All you niggas run and tell a friend, um
Bad mutha fuckas is back again
MAAD Circle's in the house for
The ninety fo' and
If I tell I got a fo'ty four and
I shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit
Made by Dapper Dan
Them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back 'cause
I don't give a fuck
So throw your muthafucking M in the sky
If the nigga next to you ain't down
Bust him in the eye
If you met WC you met your doom
Big G could start a fight in an empty room
You fuck with me
You gotta fuck with Crazy Toones
Wino, Billy Boy, PS and Spoon
I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)

Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who

Nigga clear the lane
Get the kids off the street
It's the one nine nine fo'
And sniffing I smell booty
Stank ass skag muthafucka wanna basket
Getting paid by you niggas from
The nigga Dub' C
The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa
Bust it
Yo Coolio
What's up with these punk muthafuckas
(I don't know, loc)
Don't they know, um
I gets busy like Illegal
Flow like water
Drop bomb shit like a seagull
A janky ass nigga known to sag
And like Old English
I'm setting muthafuckas on they ass
Diggin' graves for the braves
That's a trade when I flow
Decapitating rappers and pissin'
Down they throats
'Cause I'm the, rusty mac pistol packing
And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is
(causing static)
And jabbin' stabbin' muthafucka you
Don't want static
Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards
All done had it
These ol' whack ass niggas getting
Popped for record deals
I'm broke 'cause it take no
Skills to pay the bills
But that's alright because I
Gotta kill a crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)

Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who

Another day, another dollar
I'll be there when ya holla
It's the skanded ass, sticky face
Alleyway scholar
I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
Turn it to the hook and kick in the door
May old acquaintance be forgot
But if you're steppin' to the
Circle we'll connect your dots
I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
And, even though you're watchin
You can't stop a G
'Cause I been where you're goin' and
I know what you see
You might build a rep, but not on the C
Double O to the L to the I to the O
With the muthafucking god damn flow
So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
Wit an old ass janky
Thirty eight causing ruckus
Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
(I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who)

Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle
I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who

Un huh
All you punk ass muthafuckas
The real steel is in the heel for year feel
Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
We're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch