Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Throwdown 2000, artist - Coolio.
Date of issue: 27.10.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Throwdown 2000 |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And give a loc a little dap when he walks through |
If there be a dope beat then all y’all see |
Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique |
Freak yo physique and you betta not compete |
Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep |
Never comin' cheap, forty creep |
And I hope you don’t mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep |
I steal money from the rich |
And give it to the poor, it’s |
Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are |
Bring it from the back and bring it to the front |
Cause you gotta give the people what they want |
Now hump, do the stomp to the butt |
Big homie shake your gut |
As long as you get your ass up |
It’s a party over here |
And let me make it clear |
40 Thevz is the crew |
So you better come anew |
Ain’t a damn thing change since the first one |
And if you didn’t hear the album go get one (One) |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And give a loc a little dap when he walks through |
Here come the thief on the old school beat |
And I never knew the meaning of the word «defeat» |
The master of disguise wanna see the people’s eyes |
Yet, fools try to deny that the? |
man? |
can fly |
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo |
And block their ass like Mutumbo |
Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo |
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes |
Like K.C. |
and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan |
I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga |
It’s the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station |
Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall |
And what if hip hop had to take a great fall |
And what if rhyme was a crime |
And each and every time |
That you spit a dope line |
You might have to do some time |
Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town |
But Coolio will be ready for the showdown |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down' like your 'posed to |
And pass a joint to the loc when he roll through |
If the shoe fit, put it on and stick |
And if your ass uncash don’t let your mouth write no check |
Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch |
Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich |
From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4−0 |
This hip hop that I’m holdin' I’ll make it move your ho |
It’s the Vandino, everything but rhyme’s broken |
Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open |
You can’t understand how I do it |
I’m just true to it |
I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent |
Uh, let it ring, let it rip |
Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don’t you let the record skip |
Synchronize the watch, cause the party don’t stop |
Till the neighborhood watch call the cops |
It’s the wild ass festival, coast line veteran |
Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section) |
Are you ready to throwndown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school |
Are you ready to throwdown? |
Yes we are! |
Well, get on down like your 'posed to |
And give a loc a little dap when he roll through |
Fool! |