文本歌词

Sticky Fingers - Coolio
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 hock all the sh*t and I never get 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
Put the girl to sleep then I went through her purse
Bandit underhanded yes I'm skanless
Snake in the grass fool 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 I ain't never
Got gaffled like that don't you blink or I'ma rob your a** blind
What you doin stickin in that people's window
Gimme that big fat d**e sack gimme that Cadillac
Gimme that big gold chain that's the life a-that I lead
Coolio call me shady janky slick right
You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no sh*t 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 trench coat is long and now I got some fresh sh*t
Yeah buddy sh*t'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 b**ch for my dough
They got somethin I want I just rob the hoe
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 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 a** like a Mike Tyson punch out
You better hide your sh*t 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