paroles de chanson C U When U Get There - Coolio
Yeah,
it's
a
hit
Now
I've
seen
places
and
faces
And
things
you
ain't
never
thought
about
thinking
If
you
ain't
peek
then
you
must
be
drinking
And
smokin'
Pretending
that
you're
low-keybut
you're
broke
and
Let
me
get
you
open
Now
little
Timmy
got
his
diploma
and
Little
Jimmy
got
life
And
Tamika
around
the
corner
just
took
her
first
hit
off
the
pipe
The
other
homie
shot
the
other
homie
and
ran
off
with
his
money
And
when
the
homies
heard
about
it
They
thought
that
it
was
funny
But
who's
the
dummy?
'Cause,
now
you
done
lost
the
hustler
A
down-ass
brother
can
never
by
replaced
by
a
buster
And
though
I
got
love
for
ya
I
know
I
can't
trust
ya
'Cause
my
crew
is
rollin'
Hummers
and
your
crew
is
rollin'
dustas
And
just
because
of
that
you
act
like
you
don't
like
the
brother
no
more
I
guess
that's
just
the
way
it
goes
I
ain't
tryna
preach,
I
believe
I
can
reach
But
your
mind
ain't
prepared
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
If
you
ever
get
there
See
you
when
you
get
there
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
(yo,
what
up,
huh?)
(You
know
Ghost
had
to
jump)
(On
the
unplugged
version
with
you)
if
you
ever
get
there
(Rest
in
peace,
Michael
Jackson)
see
you
when
you
get
there
Hmm,
check
it
Stressed
by
this
game
of
life,
I
can't
lie
Sometimes
I
sit
at
home
and
contemplate
suicide
But
Lord
knows,
this
nigga
don't
wanna
die
I
find
myself
with
clenched
fists
lookin'
towards
the
sky
Question
God,
"Why?"
With
a
tear
from
my
eye
"Does
anybody
really
care
if
I'll
ever
die?"
Do
I
have
friends
or
all
of
y'all
fake?
When
I'm
rollin',
are
they
done
or
is
it
my
money
to
take?
I
wanna
leave
it
all
just
to
'scape
from
this
cold
world
But
I'm
not
quite
ready
to
fall
Time's
moving
too
fast
and
it
seems
like
it's
too
late
No
friends
at
my
funeral,
no
friends
at
my
wake
They
hatin'
on
my
niggas
'cause
we
hussle
for
our
papers
You
gotta
live
your
life
and
do
it
for
your
every
day
They
try
to
hate
my
race
for
the
colour
of
our
skin
While
I
hussle,
sell
dope,
and
take
care
of
my
kid
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
If
you
ever
get
there
See
you
when
you
get
there
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
If
you
ever
get
there
See
you
when
you
get
there
Okay
now,
here's
the
situation
I
raised
in
a
racist
nation
and
then
given
an
inferior
education
A
respresentation
as
in
a
tow-up
area
of
the
inner
city
Where
life
is
iffy,
and
average
self-esteem
is
itty-bitty
But
we're
lookin'
for
no
pity,
you
can
miss
me
Go
ahead
and
talk,
but
if
you
diss
me
they
gon'
have
to
come
and
get
me
They
wanna
bend
me
for
my
city,
acting
like
they
down
But
they
against
me,
they
tempt
me
to
touch
either
shoe
'til
it's
empty
They
take
my
child
into
penitentiary,
they'll
touchdown
for
a
century
They're
grillin'
me,
you
feelin'
me?
That's
why
I'm
waitin'
in
the
bushes
Now
for
those
that
are
responsible,
the
villa
wouldn't
all
push
it
Put
yourself
in
my
position,
would
you
go
on
or
would
you
listen?
Under
these
conditions,
get
bold
'til
somebody's
comin'
up
messin'?
When
the
lights
come
on,
we
run
words
or
mice,
so
be
prepared
I
hope
you
ain't
scared
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
If
you
ever
get
there
See
you
when
you
get
there
I'll
see
you
when
you
get
there
If
you
ever
get
there
See
you
when
you
get
there
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