Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Takes a Thief, artist - Coolio. Album song This Is Coolio, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Record label: In The
Song language: English
It Takes a Thief |
One dark night I need some ends |
I got a spot cased out I’m breakin in I gotta cutter that’ll cut thru ya window like butter |
Suction cup, window up Now I’m on the inside lookin for some loot |
38 special I don’t wanna have to shoot |
I ain’t no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh |
Steel tote boots, black khaki suit |
A real quick search and nobody’s home |
just like I planned, now I’m home alone |
I hope ya don’t mind if I use tha phone |
and fix me sometin to eat before I’m gone |
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9 |
Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time |
No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow |
you better take some no doughs |
Now I’m out tha back with a sack fulla goods |
throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood |
Let me be brief, I’m on the creep |
I stole the sounds out’cha jeep, it takes a thief |
Oh yeah! |
It takes a thief |
Yeah yeah! |
It takes a thief |
It takes a motherfuckin thief! |
It takes a thief |
Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep |
Oh yeah! |
It takes a thief |
Yeah, yeah! |
It takes a thief |
It takes a motherfuckin thief! |
It takes a thief |
Keep ya hand on your gun when I’m on the creep |
I need a lick real quick-like |
My mind ain’t wrapped tight |
I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night |
You don’t wanna see me comin down the street when I’m broke and it’s dark |
So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park |
Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers |
No I ain’t the cops, I just want your rings |
and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain |
Don’t try nuttin strange or I’m blowin out’cha brains |
I rob from the rich so I can get rich |
I ain’t got shit so I take what I can get |
I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends |
my grip ain’t high enough so I’m robbin on my friends |
Somebody out there’s out to get me The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be I don’t give a fuck about your pain and your grief |
You shouldn’t of fell asleep, it takes a thief |
There’s a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip |
and he’s outta town on business so I’m schemin on his shit |
I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds |
and guns and big trash bags full o’weed |
I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van |
so now I guess I’m the telephone man |
The bathroom window ain’t got no alarm |
I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm |
It didn’t take long to find what I was lookin for |
I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door |
I jumped in the closet and checked my clip |
Pulled my ski mask down, I can’t believe this shit |
I counted to five and the front door opened up I counted three more and the front door was shut |
I counted five more to give me some space |
then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face |
I loaded up the van in broad daylight |
cos Looky Lou’s have their high beams on at night |
I take the backstreets to avoid the heat |
and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief |
Outro: |
Oh yeah! |
Yeah yeah! |
Hey yeah! |
Just a reminder to let you know |
there’s motherfuckers out there that want your shit |
So you better watch out, better watch your back |
Can’t be goin to sleep, protect your shit |
Know what I’m sayin? |