Thought You Knew Lyrics by Coolio

Thought You Knew Lyrics

    Verse 1: ps
    Never gave a fuck and i still don't
    So save your lectures, i'ma gangbang for the rest of my life
    A young bg deranged in the brain
    The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang
    Yeah i still slang my thangs like a g
    Really can i make your ass rest in peace?
    No need to waste my energy squabbin
    Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin
    Never been a baller but i trap many ballin
    Homies y'know i don't give a fuck, i was starvin
    You better hide your daughter cos i'm out to get laid with dick
    And have her sprung on this black ass nigga
    Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother
    Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers
    Ready to meet my snaps, yeah i'm cool like that
    And i never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat


    Bitches ridin on my bit
    Niggas hit me up and shit
    But i'm from the eastside
    Where the niggas do or die
    Representin like a dream
    Cos circle's deep i thought you knew

    Verse 2: billy boy

    Uh, uh, uh
    As i crack dice from one hood to the next
    Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques
    I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up
    Keepin motherfuckers on the duck
    You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
    But when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
    I sweat ya like keith until ya give me my ends
    If a nickel bag is sold in the park i want in
    In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
    You can find billy boy rollin down your block
    Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way
    And all the hoes still wanna fuck (you know we do)
    I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
    You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top
    La hustlers can't live without money
    So before i make sense i gots ta make a knot
    Cos i can't fuck without my hoes
    And i can't hit no switch without the 6-4
    Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me
    But i won't be gettin back in the cpt


    Niggas tryin to give me stuff
    Billy boy don't give a fuck
    First i warn you with my rhyme
    Then i'll fuck you with my 9
    Don't give your plees cos i don't bang
    But i'm down to fully slang
    40 thevz end down your crew
    Cos circle's deep i thought you knew

    Verse 3: coolio

    I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler
    Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
    Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches
    Now i got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
    You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front
    Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me cool
    C-o-o-l-i-o g
    M to the a, a to the d
    A circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see
    You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile
    I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle
    Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
    Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack
    See i use to be broke now i blow indo smoke
    First you diss my city then you choke


    Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin
    I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know
    Step to the maadness, your ass gotta go
    Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year
    East coast, west coast get the *?c'reer?*
    You don't wanna see my crew
    Cos circle's deep i thought you knew