U Know Hoo Lyrics by Coolio

U Know Hoo Lyrics

    Aiyo coolio, what's up with all these fools always poppin' off at the lip
    Talkin' about the last sucka to fuck up, and stuff like that, loc, what's up?
    Yeah, don't beleive everything you read, fool

    Nah, they know what time it is
    But, you know, for those who don't know
    I think it's time that we step to the mic and set the record straight
    Aiyo, g
    We're gon' do it like this
    Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc

    All you niggas run and tell a friend, um
    Bad mutha fuckas is bad again
    Maad circle's in the house for the ninety fo' and
    If i tell i got a fo'ty four and
    I shoot they ass up like rifleman
    'cause i never wore a suit made by dapper dan
    Them punk mutha fuckas be hittin' me up
    And i hit 'em right back 'cause i don't give a fuck
    So throw your mutha fucking m in the sky
    If the nigga next to you ain't down, bust him in the eye
    If you leaped up your seat you met your doom
    Big g could start a fight in an empty room
    You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes
    Wino, billy boy, p.s. and spoon
    I don't give a fuck about you or your crew
    (i'm down with the maad ass you know who)

    Brothers of the mother maad circle
    I'm down with the maad ass you know who

    Nigga clear the lane, get the kids off the street
    It's the one nine nine fo' and *sniffing* i smell booty
    Stank ass skag mutha fucka wanna basket
    Getting paid by you niggas from the nigga dub' c
    The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
    Yo coolio, what's up with these punk mutha fuckas
    (i don't know)
    Don't they know, um
    I gets busy like illegal
    Flow like water
    Drop bomb shit like a seagull
    A janky ass nigga known to sag
    And like old english, i'm setting mutha fuckas on they ass
    Diggin' graves for the braves, that's a trade when i flow
    Decapitating rappers and pissin' down they throats
    Cause i'm the, rusty mac pistol macking
    And like mike tyson, baby, my style is (causing static)
    And jabbin' stabbin' mutha fucka you don't want static
    Nineteen ninety fo' and you cowards all done had it
    These ol' whack ass niggas getting popped for record deals
    I'm broke 'cause it take no skills to pay the bills
    But that's alright because i gotta kill a crew
    (i'm down with the maad ass you know who)


    Another day, another dollar, i'll be there when ya holla
    It's the skanded ass, sticky face, alleway scholar
    I dip two sticks off a ten dollar, fold it
    Turn it to the hook and kick in the door
    May all the traytons be forgot
    But if you're steppin' to the circle we'll connect your dots
    I, always feel like somebody's watchin' me
    And, even though you're watchin, you can't stop a g
    Cause i been where you're goin' and i know what you see
    You might build a rep, but not on the c, double o to the l to the i to the o
    With the mutha fucking god damn flow
    So, fuck it, fuck it, fo' niggas in a bucket
    Wit an old ass janky thirty eight causing ruckus
    Yo be a fool tryin' to step to the crew
    (i'm down with the maad ass you know who)


    Un huh
    All you punk ass mutha fuckas
    The real steel is in the heel for year feel
    Brand new, we're nowhere a year ago, yeah
    We're not cooking ya crew, beeyotch