Текст песни 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds of Funk - Coolio
Yeah
yeah
F**k
all
these
niggaz
You
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about
Wino
Yeah
yeah
yeah
Two
minutes
and
twenty
one
seconds
of
funk
And
I
ain't
no
punk
That's
right
that's
right
A
tisket
a
tasket
That's
all
you
ask
it
Snap
your
cd
and
drop
the
pieces
in
your
casket
Like
little
Jack
Horna'
I'm
still
bendin'
cornas'
Buckin'
shots
on
your
block
I'm
sippin'
on
Corona's
Uh
your
McDonald
had
a
farm
wit'
a
six-fo
on
suicide
Sittin'
in
the
barn
wit'
no
alarm
Straight
up
collected
it,
cool
and
calm
Crowbar
in
my
hand
and
my
skeleton
brick
still
works
like
a
charm
Who's
the
rawest?
My
shit
is
flawless
Had
to
be
passin'
out
bruises,
Lacerations
and
broken
jawses
Emcees
wanna
floss
you
better
understand
who's
the
boss
Before
I
do
a
Michael
Jackson
and
"Cut
your
shit
off!"
Part
of
the
penitentary
still,
penetratin'
your
grill
I
keep
on
keepin'
it
right,
while
you
keep
on
keepin'
it
real
I'll
bring
the
treble
and
the
bass
to
delapatate
your
waist
Coolio's
on
the
case,
get
yo
hoe
out
my
face,
fool
Lodi
Dodi,
I
don't
know
karate,
but
I
know
a
razor
And
none
of
y'all
can't
fade
me
I
know
you
wanna
try
to
play
me
And
busta's
wanna
playa
hate
me
I'm
one
of
the
dopest
niggaz
out
I
Guess
that's
why
they
hate
me
Cause
I
slang
hits
like
niggaz
slang
cavi
I
remain
like
khakis,
I
guess
that's
why
they
mad
at
me
On
a
record
you
might
outgat
me
But
you
can't
outrap
me
My
shit
is
fatta'
And
yo
shit
need
a
little
bit
mo
batta'
Freestyle
in
unrestricted
manner
or
method
Free
funk
text
readily
selected,
so
check
it
Uh,?
dip
diver?,
socializer,
I've
been
rockin'
These
motherf**kin'
microphones
since
nineteen
seventy-niner,
And
by
the
time
that
this
little
nappy
head
nigga
retire
I'ma
be
at
the
ripe
ol'
age
of
forty-eight
or
forty-niner
My
shit
is
wise,
CPT
M.C.
for
hire
My
name
ain't
Rick
James
but
I'll
burn
your
ass
with
a
fire
So,
what's
your
desire
baby
love?
Is
it
hands
wrapped
around
mics
Or
fingers
wrapped
around
triggas?
Eitha'
way
it
go
I'm
dumpin'
and
I'm
dippin'
Still
tennis
shoe
pimpin',
40
Thevz
in
position
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum,
now
nigga
I'm
a
giant
And
yo
ass
is
like
Jack,
But
yo
magic
beans
is
wack
Skills
is
what
you
lack
I'm
like
a
Benz,
you
ain't
even
like
Cadillac
You
mo
like
a
Regal
I'ma
pit
bull,
and
you's
a
Beagle
I'm
set
to
strangle
hangin'
emcee's
at
all
angles
As
their
legs
start
to
dangle,
Dance
around
everybody
like
Mr.
Bo
Jangles
Los
Angeles,
Compton,
Long
Beach,
and
Carson
Hawthorne
Livin
with
the
Watts
I'm
sendin'
out
shout
outs
I
used
to
drink
Ol'
Gold
Now
I
just
stroll
Straight
to
the?
exit?
section
of
my
neighborhood
liquor
store
Huh,
and
you
know
what
make
me
laugh,
bitch?
Even
your
mama
want
my
autograph,
autograph,
autograph,
Autograph,
autograph
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2 Nature of the Business
3 Can U Dig It
4 Ooh La La
5 The Devil Is Dope
6 One Mo
7 2 Minutes & 21 Seconds of Funk
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9 Throwdown 2000
10 Let's Do It
11 Can I Get Down 1x
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