ฟังเพลงSticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers (LP Version) - Coolio

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 sh*t 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 I ain't never

Got gaffled like that don't you blink or I'ma rob your a** blind

What you doin stickin in that people's window

Gimme that big fat d**e sack gimme that Cadillac

Gimme that big gold chain that's the life a-that I lead

Coolio call me shady janky slick right

You and your crew better duck from my gunshots

I takes no sh*t 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 trench coat is long and now I got some fresh sh*t

Yeah buddy sh*t'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 b**ch 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

Coolio first they do ring now they mob ring told you before

You shouldn'ta never fell asleep 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 a** like a Mike Tyson punch out

You better hide your sh*t 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