Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought You Knew, artist - Coolio. Date of issue: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thought You Knew |
| Never gave a fuck and I still don’t |
| So save your lectures, I’mma gangbang for the rest of my life |
| A young BG deranged in the brain |
| The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang |
| Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G |
| Really can I make your ass rest in peace? |
| No need to waste my energy squabbin |
| Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin |
| Never been a baller but I trap many ballin |
| Homies y’know I don’t give a fuck, I was starvin |
| You better hide your daughter cos I’m out to get laid with dick |
| And have her sprung on this black ass nigga |
| Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother |
| Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers |
| Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I’m cool like that |
| And I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat |
| Bitches ridin on my bit |
| Niggas hit me up and shit |
| But I’m from the Eastside |
| Where the niggas do or die |
| Representin like a dream |
| Cos Circle’s deep I thought you knew |
| Verse 2: Billy Boy |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| As I crack dice from one hood to the next |
| Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques |
| I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up |
| Keepin motherfuckers on the duck |
| You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks |
| But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off |
| I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends |
| If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in |
| In the middle of the night when the spot’s not hot |
| You can find Billy Boy rollin down your block |
| Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that’s my way |
| And all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do) |
| I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand |
| You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top |
| LA hustlers can’t live without money |
| So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot |
| Cos I can’t fuck without my hoes |
| And I can’t hit no switch without the 6−4 |
| Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me |
| But I won’t be gettin back in the CPT |
| Niggas tryin to give me stuff |
| Billy Boy don’t give a fuck |
| First I warn you with my rhyme |
| Then I’ll fuck you with my 9 |
| Don’t give your plees cos I don’t bang |
| But I’m down to fully slang |
| 40 Thevz end down your crew |
| Cos Circle’s deep I thought you knew |
| Verse 3: Coolio |
| I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler |
| Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar |
| Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches |
| Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes |
| You don’t wanna see me out the motherfuckin front |
| Don’t you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool |
| M to the A, A to the D |
| A Circle full of niggas that you don’t wanna see |
| You ain’t nuttin but a pistol that’s fuckin with a missile |
| I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle |
| Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps |
| Ain’t no punks in my motherfuckin pack |
| See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke |
| First you diss my city then you choke |
| Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin |
| I don’t give a fuck what’cha got or who you know |
| Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed but only the year |
| East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?* |
| You don’t wanna see my crew |
| Cos Circle’s deep I thought you knew |