Gangsta Paradise

Coolio

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Turn on the beat, mufucka, lesgo Always by myself when I pull up to the studio Tapped in with the plug, Julio I ain’t giving no hugs to a stupid hoe How you got no money but you boujie, hoe? Free Bobby, bitch, I been on my bully, hoe Living in a gangsta paradise, Coolio I work real hard so I’m moving up I make a lot of money, but I ain’t sell out My brudda high risk, no, he can’t bail out Pull the bands right out the new account Man, you know this shit wrong. but you ain’t talkin’ out If it ain’t about a check, then what we talkin’ bout? Fucked her so good, next day, she had to walk it out Hard times, yea, we had to boss it out Got a lil money, now, I’m ballin now, yea God tryna teach me a lesson I’m tryna pray for forgiveness We on our hustle, we tryna get the digits Free big bro, they put him in a prison, yea Still cook like the kitchen They ain’t really wanna see me winnin’ These mufucka lyin’ and tippin’ Build a profile off witness descriptions Free Lil Dream, man, you know that I miss him Did you even notice he’s missing? Free Lil Dream, man, you know that I miss him Did you even notice he’s missing? Did you even notice he’s missing? If you hot, then, you just be discrete If you hot, then, you stay out the streets Lost some people, I’m tryna see some peace We came a long way from the crease We can’t have no privacy breach She say, “keep your eyes all on me” I feel like God talking to me I see the light walking to me Two cases in the dmv Yea, the system ain’t putting no fear in me If you my brudda, you my brudda, and that’s dear to me I don’t think these mufucka really hearing me Wish I could fly in for court and its killin’ me Talkin’ on the jail line and they billin’ me This is just a lil story in the history Put some money on his books cause we got history, yea God tryna teach me a lesson I’m tryna pray for forgiveness We on our hustle, we tryna get the digits Free big bro, they put him in a prison, yea Still cook like the kitchen They ain’t really wanna see me winnin’ These mufucka lyin’ and tippin’ Build a profile off witness descriptions Free Lil Dream, man, you know that I miss him Did you even notice he’s missing? Free Lil Dream, man, you know that I miss him Did you even notice he’s missing? Did you even notice he’s missing?