Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sticky Fingers , by - Coolio. Release date: 18.07.1994
Song language: English
Sticky Fingers |
| Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac |
| Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack |
| Of indo, then climb through the window |
| And eye the VCR, and load it in the Pinto, huh! |
| Yes I’m on my way to the bait |
| Or should I say the pawn shop, but I don’t smoke rocks |
| Some people say I’m crazy and they think I’m on crack |
| Cause I lock on the shit and I never gave it back |
| Coolio loco, you better call Bronco |
| Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle |
| Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse |
| Fuck a bitch, she sleep then I went through her purse |
| Bandit, underhanded, yes I’m skanless |
| Snake in the grass nigga, I’m taking chances |
| If the price is right, you can call me a killer |
| Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Finger |
| («But he’s stickin you, and takin all of you money» -- Guru) |
| («I ain’t never got gaffled like that» — JD) |
| («Don't, you blink, or I’ma rob your ass blind» — Sticky Fingers) |
| («What you doin stickin in that people’s window?» — Richard Pryor) |
| («Gimme that…») big fat dope sack |
| («Gimme that…») ca-di-llac |
| («Gimme that…») big gold chain |
| («That's the life, a-that I lead» -- Run-D.M.C.) |
| Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right |
| You and your crew better duck from my gunshots |
| I takes no shit, carryin no drama |
| If I can’t get you I bust a cap on your momma |
| I never had a grip, so I learn how to shoplift |
| My trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit |
| Yeah, buddy, shit’s lookin good |
| Gets much props and respect from the hood |
| Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps |
| Step to the crew, and you’re bound to catch a pimp slap |
| But I don’t pimp no bitch for my dough |
| They got somethin I want, I just rob the ho |
| Early birds catch the worm so I crow like a rooster |
| They follow me round the store because they know that I’m a booster |
| Tell me what you want and I’ll be the stealer |
| Call me Coolio, or call me Sticky Fingers |
| («Coolio…») |
| («First they do' ring, now they mob ring») |
| («Told you before, you shouldn’ta never fell asleep» — Big Daddy Kane) |
| («Give it up, give it up, give it up») |
| I don’t wanna go to jail cause I don’t like the lockup |
| Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up |
| One plus three equals four for the knockout |
| Got circles on that ass like a Mike Tyson PunchOut |
| You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it |
| I’m driving down the street in your 'llac while you’re sleepin |
| I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness |
| Never said I was the best, but I’m damn sure the loc’est |
| Up, up, and away, like a rocket |
| Some fool got shot, now I’m goin through his pockets |
| He won’t be needin no dollars where he’s goin |
| And when I get to hell I’ma act like I don’t know him |
| I’m takin everything that ain’t bolted to the floor |
| And before I go I steal the knocker of your front door |
| Let me be free for I’m a thief and a gangster |
| Before I was a rap singer, they called me Sticky Fingers |
| («Yeah we want everything… do you have any dreams, we want them too») |