Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Know Hoo! , by - Coolio. Release date: 18.07.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
U Know Hoo! |
| Yeah, don’t beleive everything you read, fool |
| Nah, they know what time it is |
| But, you know, for those who don’t know |
| I think it’s time that we step to the mic and set the record straight |
| Aiyo, G |
| We’re gon' do it like this |
| Why don’t you tell 'em who you’re down with loc |
| Right |
| All you niggas run and tell a friend, um |
| Bad mutha fuckas is back again |
| MAAD Circle’s in the house for the ninety fo' and |
| If I tell I got a fo’ty four and |
| I shoot they ass up like rifleman |
| Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan |
| Them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up |
| And I hit 'em right back cause I don’t give a fuck |
| So throw your mutha fucking M in the sky |
| If the nigga next to you ain’t down, bust him in the eye |
| If you leaped up your seat you met your doom |
| Big G could start a fight in an empty room |
| You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with Crazy Toones |
| Wino, Billy Boy, P. S. and Spoon |
| I don’t give a fuck about you or your crew |
| (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) |
| Brothers of the mother MAAD Circle |
| I’m down with the MAAD ass you know who |
| Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street |
| It’s the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* I smell booty |
| Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket |
| Getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C |
| The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it |
| Yo Coolio, what’s up with these punk mutha fuckas |
| (I don’t know, loc) |
| Don’t they know, um |
| I gets busy like Illegal |
| Flow like water |
| Drop bomb shit like a seagull |
| A janky ass nigga known to sag |
| And like Old English, I’m setting mutha fuckas on they ass |
| Diggin' graves for the braves, that’s a trade when I flow |
| Decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats |
| Cause I’m the, rusty mac pistol packing |
| And like Mike Tyson, baby, my style is (causing static) |
| And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don’t want static |
| Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it |
| These ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals |
| I’m broke cause it take no skills to pay the bills |
| But that’s alright because I gotta kill a crew |
| (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) |
| Another day, another dollar, I’ll be there when ya holla |
| It’s the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar |
| I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it |
| Turn it to the hook and kick in the door |
| May all the traytons be forgot |
| But if you’re steppin' to the Circle we’ll connect your dots |
| I, always feel like somebody’s watchin' me |
| And, even though you’re watchin, you can’t stop a G |
| Cause I been where you’re goin' and I know what you see |
| You might build a rep, but not on the C, double O to the L to the I to the O |
| With the mutha fucking god damn flow |
| So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket |
| Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus |
| Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew |
| (I'm down with the MAAD ass you know who) |
| Un huh |
| All you punk ass mutha fuckas |
| The real steel is in the heel for year feel |
| Brand new, we’re nowhere a year ago, yeah |
| We’re not cooking ya crew, beeyotch |