Sticky Fingers Lyrics by Coolio

Sticky Fingers Lyrics

    Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac
    Before i go to work i smoke me a fat sack
    Of indo, then climb through the window
    And eye the vcr, and load it in the pinto, huh!
    Yes i'm on my way to the bait
    Or should i say the pawn shop, but i don't smoke rocks
    Some people say i'm crazy and they think i'm on crack
    Cause i hock all the shit and i never get it back
    Coolio loco, you better call bronco
    Stole a link from my auntie, and sold it to my uncle
    Took the flowers from a hearse, romanced a nurse
    Put the girl to sleep then i went through her purse
    Bandit, underhanded, yes i'm skanless
    Snake in the grass fool, i'm taking chances
    If the price is right, you can call me a killer
    Before i was a rap singer, they called me sticky finger
    ("but he's stickin you, and takin all of you money" -- guru)
    ("i ain't never got gaffled like that" - jd)
    ("don't, you blink, or i'ma rob your ass blind" - sticky fingers)
    ("what you doin stickin in that people's window?" - richard pryor)
    ("gimme that...") big fat dope sack
    ("gimme that...") ca-di-llac
    ("gimme that...") big gold chain
    ("that's the life, a-that i lead" -- run-d.m.c.)

    Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
    You and your crew better duck from my gunshots
    I takes no shit, carryin no drama
    If i can't get you i bust a cap on your momma
    I never had a grip, so i learn how to shoplift
    My trenchcoat is long and now i got some fresh shit
    Yeah, buddy, sht's lookin good
    Gets much props and respect from the hood
    Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
    Step to the crew, and you're bound to catch a pimp slap
    But i don't pimp no bitch for my dough
    They got somethin i want, i just rob the hoe
    Early birds catch the worm so i crow like a rooster
    They follow me round the store because they know that i'm a booster
    Tell me what you want and i'll be the stealer
    Call me coolio, or call me sticky fingers

    ("first they do' ring, now they mob ring")
    ("told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - big daddy kane)
    ("give it up, give it up, give it up")

    I don't wanna go to jail cause i don't like the lockup
    Turn out the lights and get ready for the sock up
    One plus three equals four for the knockout
    Got circles on that ass like a mike tyson punchout
    You better hide your shit if you wanna keep it
    I'm driving down the street in your 'llac while you're sleepin
    I was born with a sickness, that they call brokeness
    Never said i was the best, but i'm damn sure the loc'est
    Up, up, and away, like a rocket
    Some fool got shot, now i'm goin through his pockets
    He won't be needin no dollars where he's goin
    And when i get to hell i'ma act like i don't know him
    I'm takin everything that ain't bolted to the floor
    And before i go i steal the knocker of your front door
    Let me be free for i'm a thief and a gangster
    Before i was a rap singer, they called me sticky fingers

    ("yeah we want everything... do you have any dreams, we want them too")