Thought You Knew lyrics

Artist  : Coolio 
Song : Thought You Knew



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 [Featuring Billy Boy, PS]
Verse 1: PS
Never gave a f**k and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest
of my life
A young BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherf**ker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your as* rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin
Quick to pull the trigger, put your as* in a
coffin
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin
Homies y'know I don't give a f**k, I was starvin
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get
laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black as* nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from
her daddy and her
mother
Sellin rocks to the scandalous as* clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I never gave a f**k about a stupid as*
hoodrat
Chorus:
Bit*hes 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 motherf**kers 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 bit*h is gettin paid,
cos that's my way
and all the hoes still wanna f**k (You know we
do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in
my hand
 
You can bet my monkey as* 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 f**k without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna f**k a nigga like me
but I won't be gettin back in the CPT
Chorus:
Niggas tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a f**k
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll f**k 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 as* holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the
collar
Stock em all up like a pack of punk bit*hes
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin
dishes
You don't wanna see me out the motherf**kin front
Don't you take this sh*t for granted just cos
niggas call me Cool
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-O-O-L-I-O G
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 f**kin with
a missile
I chew your as* 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 motherf**kin pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke
*cough*
Chorus:
C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Punk motherf**kers get two to the chin
I don't give a f**k what'cha got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your as* 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