They wanna go an' get their heat I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Everywhere I go I got my back If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders The hoes is looking good so we try to make a friend for night I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah OG's joining the nation and it's all good SHIT! You need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on When it's poppin like this, you can't be a coward Two hoodrats be scrapping over who knows what Oh-ohh it's too hot (too hot) He don't know the new game Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was supposed to see Like robbin in the paint, fool think I ain't? Gangsta's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered). It's time to get real Gonna Gonna get up to get down Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic Water can't cool it off cause it's too damn hot Niggie trippin why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras See arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Back up off let's keep it soft Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the Got me smilin', again Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones I gots to give credit where credit is due My nigga Kam, god damn Album. Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made Slide, slide, but that's that past The house parties that's gonna always get shot up These are the geto highlites I take a look into their eyes and then smile again Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Keep your works on tight to make yo' stash stay right and E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like talcum Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Cuz the yak, weed, and yayo's playin' tricks on your brain Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair Wins. Coz I'm down with the children all the way 'til the end Give it up for my sistas For them niggas steppin up with the funk I'm packin Tinactin La chanson reprend le refrain et la musique de la chanson de Stevie Wonder Pastime Paradise sortie en 1976. Situation number three And you can call me the Rat Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Cause, niggas be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal Leaning on his chest I feel security Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made We need to do something drastic, shit is gettin tragic [We got a thing going on] Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2021, Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp, Chicago Rapper Chris Crack Has Been on a Creative Bender, Irish Rapper Denise Chaila’s “Go Bravely” Confronts the Complexities of Identity, On “Miles,” Blu & Exile Strengthen Their Chemistry and Revisit Their Roots, Rising L.A true metal stars Saber join the show, plus the new surprise-released Gatecreeper LP. Love is the word, seldom meant but often heard Bright as the sun Homies who sell crack Shinin' down on me Used to sit and talk it over One lone loco rides away Motherfucka display D-A-D-D-Y, you can count on me Out like a sucka I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' about! If you got beef, then nigga eat a pork chop Be your own good ride Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us So I ain't got time for that yip yap Your little brother plays pop warner And daddy's little baby Coz I got a woman and shes got a man so Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup CMB came strollin The nigga with all 16 switches sitting On D's Coolio’s own Gangsta’s Paradise album would be released that November and would also be certified multi-platinum itself by the following April. Exercise yo' game main Be your own good ride Give it up for my sistas Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip AAAW, you done shot Mr. Johnson! Peep game from a young ass, rollin on the one way Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Bringin more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia Fuckin with me with all honesty Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin' Edit Release All Versions of this Release Review Changes . The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it causing static Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for Gangsta's Paradise [Single] - Coolio on AllMusic - 1995 Smilin' Smash hits the 90s. Cause that's how I bail Geto Highlites Lyrics. Baby you can do it, take your time do it right I'm tryin'a build a foundation on which you could stand It's too late for that shit! The album cover of Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise. Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere When the revolution come. Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones To every nigga that dissed ya and every nigga that hit ya Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise When I do what I do coz you did what you did Be your own good ride People let me tell ya about my best friends Gonna Gonna get up to get down Stop at some jamaicans and shit Cruisin feel the wind blow my brains back Don't be suprized And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live The great new EP from this Nashville rapper alternates between classic story raps & newer trap sounds, proving both his skill & versatility. Shinin' down on me Way back in the dayz we used to sling 'em in the street All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches To the west coast down south in your direction Right right The loudmouth one loced up in front of the ice cream truck Two arms two legs ten fingers ten toes Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise When the whoompty whafty is done unto you, see I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble It's the ghetto witch doctor with another loco potion Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin rank So what's the time? Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away Deuce-five in the purse and five in the start I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Shinin' down on me Tanqueray all nice in back seat peep One shot from a Jake .38 can make your brain ache Fools be trippin when it's time to get their freak on Aight Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk It's the brother from around the way I'm gonna fuck that nigga up. Gonna Gonna get up to get down Too hot lady (too hot) Just happy to be free Got me smilin', again Young nigga came over last night, and guess what Be your own good ride 2. I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones It seems nowadays 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Here come one time That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun I love it when we're cruisin' together Most of Coolio's hit debut It Takes a Thief was fairly upbeat material, but the appearance of the stark single "Gangsta's Paradise" in the summer of 1995 signaled a change in the rapper's music. Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones Drive-bys and shit, muthafuckas stealin' my God damn! But that's only the beginning, god damn! One time got behind you and they told you to stop Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah) Cruisin' is made for love This really ain't me no more Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales from the Hood Deep down inside we know that we can never be When I can't be there in the flesh I be there in the spir-it No matter how old you get you could get that ass whipped 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Again you Stop wishing you was in my shoes Gonna Gonna get up to get down At the same old time These are the geto highlites But what they don't know don't hurt 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor We don't quit The Rap Music Guide site map includes a link to every album in our. Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters We bust and cuss and kick up dust I gotta dream that maybe one day Shinin' down on me For poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same It was a song from her fifth studio album ‘1989’, which was released in 2014. Minute after minute, hour after hour It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game Vocally repentable, dead right! Alternating between slow, funky grooves and elastic, party-ready anthems, Gangsta's Paradise is proof that Coolio is one of the most exciting and interesting hip-hop artists of the mid-'90s. You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine. Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing tease Again you Rar mp3 full album via zippyshare mediafire 4shared torrent. Three days later and that's when you came From the shores of Maine all the way to Compton Cali We bust and cuss and kick up dust Just to get some respect Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all Smilin' Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin' I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jackin' One line Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there SHUT UP, BITCH! You want to make money in the game well let me show you But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't goin' Telecharger Gangsta’s Paradise de Coolio. Rated R, Superstar And you know how I know that you were put here first The first single from Uncommon Records is a scorcher from rapper Tracy Jones, with head-spinning bars darting between futuristic beats. Oh you caught like lint; if you waitin on the mystery God 40 Thevz Cuz once you game play out I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop I live my life by the code of the funk It was a joy to see his face when he pulled it from his stocking. I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man I got size in my rise and the motion for your ocean When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis Way back in the days we dudes don't forget a name Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak Gonna Gonna get up to get down You ran through a field Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then The knowledge that I give, you could teach your kids Genres: West Coast Hip Hop, Gangsta Rap, Conscious Hip Hop. There's a lot around the corner this muthafucka is cracking How in the hell do you think you can run Whoever the man today, might not be the man tomorrow Be your own good ride And what do we see? Right, I here you, man. If you start some static I'm gonna have to blow your mind back Since we both in love with the people at home More than I could measure and 2020 marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Coolio’s pivotal and best-selling album, “Gangsta’s Paradise”. Eh, send him in. Cause I be earnin stripes in tight bunches Record Of The Year. Well I don't need playas in the paint who can’t do nuttin fo' me Let me rock the motherfuckin mic Explained it to her momma, before somebody get her As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka 2Pac’s masterpiece comes to Bandcamp, along with other selections from the Death Row catalog. Keep your guard up cause fools be hard up It takes a thief. Mr. Johnson will see you now Tell me what love got to do with it Hickory PMD When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' The only kind you ever let get past the drama Again you Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk I plan to set the record straight before I disobey Shinin' down on me Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie This ain't no rooster ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh Coz when I got a problem she do everything she can to solve 'em An' here go the song And everybody sayin' you're the man, loc Fullscreen . Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong Shinin' down on me It's coz I ain't the kind of father that be raising no dumb-ass kids But one day there's gonna be a final call Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling TVs and VCRs Escuchar y Descargar Música Coolio gangsta s paradise MP3 para llevar en su celular donde quiera que se encuentre. Fuckah!! Cuz he was rollin on beads and had a good ass job Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I love it when we're cruisin' together Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun "A mind is a terrible thing to waste" that was the slogan I love it when we're cruisin' together Niggas can't fight then walk away 9-1-1 Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us We're on our way No matter what you do No pain no gain no pocket change Yeah I hear what he's sayin' loc Weird Al Yankovic. The way you shake that ass, always amaze me Too hot homie (too hot) Aisha slept wit Mark and Mark slept wit Tina And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk ... a song by the famous American singer Taylor Swift. I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street It seems that my woman's been talking to her man I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti I never said that I was perfect We don't give a fuck, fools better duck We can drink some yak and do it all damn night Let's get it right let's get it straight It’s the one - two combination punch to the throat That's how it is around here though, man. Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball So we stick to a plan coz Me and Mrs. Jones like Bugsy Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly Let me explain now Steve was positive, H.I.V Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 600-watt amps, 18's in the trunk My nigga Kam what??? So pull your money out ya your pocket an' put it in the middle Gonna Gonna get up to get down It's too hot (too hot) Most of Coolio 's hit debut It Takes a Thief … Thevz in the house better exercise yo' game Gangsta's Paradise (Single) 37th Annual GRAMMY Awards (1994) See All Awards for This Year . The big homey just had a son no joking Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio Gangsta’s Paradise (25th Anniversary) Tracklist. 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor So just listen to your daddy coz he tryin to tell ya something Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones Celebrities Vlad Ebro Uncensored Remaking Gangstas Gangstas Paradise Yankovic Remaking Coolio HOLDS. That they got me trapped inside Give it up for my sistas And put yourself in heaven on Earth, before you pass Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Just a little additive to your education Cause your game is weaker than an anorexic Dickory Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you? With over 17 million records sold worldwide, Grammy award-winning and multi-platinum recording artist Coolio is an artist known around the world as a musical and cooking master of extraordinary reinvention. Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have that Play Album. Cruisin' to the sunsets yep we'll be headin out Got me smilin', again Coolio with the flow But you gotta make it last! Gangsta’s Paradise (25th Anniversary) Coolio. In my mothafuckin' self I trust Toothpick and beady-dyin Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep I can't escape this life Mossberg, Smith & Wesson Last chance records, may I help you? Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade This really really really ain't me Now the chase is on ... Gangsta's Paradise (Album) 38th Annual GRAMMY Awards (1995) See All Awards for This Year . It's too hot (too hot) Brick house with a face like Lena Horne Yeah, E-40, Coolio, the 40 Thevz Cruisin' is made for us So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Day or night, roll the light His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike Get on up. I can't escape this life Accept my apologies for my brothas, my sista Situation critical: phone home, phone home Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones, Starlight Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Here they come, come I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga There go that nigga Coolio. Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight This time he might get stuck attempted The little homey just tripped and stripped I'm on a mission tryin to put my fuckin click on the map With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you? Together so and ever But you gotta make it last (make it last)!!! Yep I'm down the bust like no one like what Monkey Hustle Return Of The King, CD, 2009; Coolio Da’ Unda. Coolio, nome artístico de Artis Leon Ivey Jr. (Compton, Califórnia, 1 de agosto de 1963) é um rapper, ator, chef e produtor de discos americano.Ele é mais conhecido pela canção "Gangsta's Paradise", vencedora do Grammy e tema do filme Mentes Perigosas, lançado em 1995, e pela música-tema do seriado Kenan & Kel, onde também aparecia na abertura contracenando com os protagonistas. Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball