It Takes A Thief Lyrics by Coolio

It Takes A Thief Lyrics

    One dark night i need some ends
    I got a spot cased out i'm breakin in
    I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter
    Suction cup, window up
    Now i'm on the inside lookin for some loot
    38 special i don't wanna have to shoot
    I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh
    Steel tote boots, black khaki suit
    A real quick search and nobody's home
    Just like i planned, now i'm home alone
    I hope ya don't mind if i use tha phone
    And fix me sometin to eat before i'm gone
    I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
    Rolex off the desk so i can tell the time
    No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
    You better take some no doughs
    Now i'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
    Throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
    Let me be brief, i'm on the creep
    I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief


    Oh yeah! it takes a thief
    Yeah yeah! it takes a thief
    It takes a motherfuckin thief! it takes a thief
    Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
    Oh yeah! it takes a thief
    Yeah, yeah! it takes a thief
    It takes a motherfuckin thief! it takes a thief
    Keep ya hand on your gun when i'm on the creep

    I need a lick real quick-like
    My mind ain't wrapped tight
    I scale like mike tys so call this fright night
    You don't wanna see me comin down the street when i'm broke and it's dark
    So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park
    Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
    No i ain't the cops, i just want your rings
    And your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
    Don't try nuttin strange or i'm blowin out'cha brains
    I rob from the rich so i can get rich
    I ain't got shit so i take what i can get
    I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
    My grip ain't high enough so i'm robbin on my friends
    Somebody out there's out to get me
    The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be
    I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief
    You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief

    Chorus x 1/2

    There's a buster on the west side, i heard he gotta grip
    And he's outta town on business so i'm schemin on his shit
    I heard he got kis and gs and deeds
    And guns and big trash bags full o' weed
    I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
    So now i guess i'm the telephone man
    The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
    I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
    It didn't take long to find what i was lookin for
    I was damned near finished when i heard a key in the door
    I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
    Pulled my ski mask down, i can't believe this shit
    I counted to five and the front door opened up
    I counted three more and the front door was shut
    I counted five more to give me some space
    Then i jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
    I loaded up the van in broad daylight
    Cos looky lou's have their high beams on at night
    I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
    And never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief



    Oh yeah!
    Yeah yeah!
    Hey yeah!
    Just a reminder to let you know
    There's motherfuckers out there that want your shit
    So you better watch out, better watch your back
    Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit
    Know what i'm sayin?