Coolio — Thought You Knew

[Verse 1: PS] Never gave a fuck 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 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 'cause 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 [Chorus] 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 'Cause 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 checks 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 'cause your bitch is gettin' paid, 'cause 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 'Cause 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 [Chorus] 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 pleas 'cause I don't bang But I'm down to fully slang 40 Thievz end down your crew 'Cause 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 'cause 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 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 *cough* [Chorus] C-O-M-P-T-O-N 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 [?] year East Coast, West Coast get this clear You don't wanna see my crew 'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew