Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For My Sistas, artist - Coolio. Album song Gangsta's Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
For My Sistas |
Now I didn’t use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but |
Now it’s '95 so let me drop a line |
This goes out to the young black queens |
On the neighborhood scene |
Who haven’t lost their dream |
I know sometimes it seems like it ain’t no love |
And to get where you go ya got to push an’shove |
Around the way girl with hope in your heart |
Do his five in the purse an’five in the start |
She’s the kinda woman ya take home to momma |
The only kind you ever let get past the drama |
Coolio know that you ain’t no ho And it’s time to put you up on a pedestal seat |
Queen of the entire universe |
And you know how I know that you were put here first |
An’to every nigga that dissed ya an’every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz… |
My… sista… |
Give it up for my sistas |
Give it up for my sistas |
Give it up for my sistas |
You’re all I need… |
Princess of the Nile |
An’sweet black sexy child |
Ooh I like your style, huh |
First motha on the planet |
I know it’s gettin’scary |
And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet |
But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an’nigga meat |
And use your God-given talents and abilities |
No matta where ya from ya get much respect |
From the top of your neck to your county check |
I see ya waitin’for the bus in the early morn |
Brick house with a face like Leena Horne |
I ain’t no cap to save a ho But I got your front |
An’your side an’your back if that’s what ya want |
So when it’s time to put it down I won’t be runnin' |
Ya got a dear lil’somethin’like Harriet Tubmanm, huh |
No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio… |
Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips |
Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts |
Make a nigga sing a song all night long |
Til’his voice is gone |
Wit’no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low |
An’should be down wit’your ass when your poor and broke |
And um uh Every time ya need I’ll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz |
When ya say 'come'ya know she’s on her way |
Wit’no hesitance |
An’any type of the leg |
I talk about my granny |
Batana, an’Vanita |
Jacki an’Nicole an’Grandy an’Artisha |
I gots to give credit where credit is due |
An’all credit that is credited is credit to you |
I give praise to your wayz |
An’for all my day |
Apologies much respect to the sons I raise… |
-Chorus (extended) — |