Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sticky Fingers, artist - Coolio.
Date of issue: 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») |