1, 2, 3, 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta gotta get up to get down
Gotta gotta get up to get down

What up everybody, so glad you're here
It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
This ain't a fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission
To see if I can get your att

1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor
Gotta Gotta get up to get down
Gotta Gotta get up to get down

What up everybody, so glad you're here
It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
This ain't a fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission
To see if I can get your attenti

Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
And I ain't no punk
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
That's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your ca

We meet every single day at the same old place
At the same old time
With the same state of mind
Me and her together but we know it ain't forever
We just happy for the time
The weed and the wine
The walks in the park, escapades in the dark
We knew how it had to be righ

It's all the way live. it's all the way live
It's all the way live. it's all the way live
Why you take a chunk and go up for a dunk?
An' i never been a punk but your girl calls me hunk
Straight to the hoop and i know how to shoot
If you wanna know the truth then you bett

Everybody out there, go run and tell
Your homeboys and homegirls, it's time for Kenan and Kel
They'll keep you laughin' in the afternoon
So don't touch that dial, don't leave the room
'Cause they always into somethin' fun, and you don't wanna miss it
It's Double-K, like 2, th

Starlight
Starbright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Get this lick I try to hit tonight....

Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me

Everytime I think

Intro:(coolio talking)
This record goes out to all you fake ass, gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. put on a suit and tie and escape from the ghetto and don't never come back. yea
Herfucker, you can run but you sure can't hide!
Deep down in the j

Now I've seen places and faces
and things you ain't never thought about thinking
if you ain't peek then you must be drinking
and smokin'
pretending that your locin' but you're brokin'
let me get you open
now little Timmy got his diploma and
little Jimmy got life
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[Coolio]
Now I've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinkin
If you ain't peeped then you must be drinkin and smokin
Pretending that you're loc'in but you're broken, let me get you open
Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life

I love it when we're cruisin' together
I love it when we're cruisin' together
Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't
You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank
Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way
Messin' with my girl's hair one of

Who it is?
Yo, spoon
Let's go to the beach, man, and get some females to have a barbecue!
How we go get there? We got no car!

Come on y'all let's take a ride
Don't you say shit just get inside
It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip
Coz you can't have the

Come on y'all let's take a ride don't you say shit just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip coz you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip grab your gat with the e

Yeah yeah, what it do nephew
It's ya' crippin' cousin Big Snoop D-O-Double-G
oh, yeah, west west y'all
We way over here in Italy man
Could you say that man? Italia man
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
My nigga Coolio out there doing real big
We blowin' on some of that

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been brassing and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treate

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left Coz I've been blastin and laughin so long, that Even my mama thinks that my mind is

What you gonna play now
Get on up. get on up. get on up. get on up.

Every geto got a different name, but they all the same
So coolio loco gonna put you up on game
We got homies who sell straps
Homies who sell crack
Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact

Now I've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinking
If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin'
Pretending not to lockin' but you're brokin'
Let me get you open now

Little Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got life
And Tami

Aww here it goes

Everybody out there go run and tell
Your homeboys and homegirls it's time for Kenan and Kel
To keep you laughin' in the afternoon
So don't touch that dial, or leave the room
'Cause they're always into something, or fronting

And you don't wanna miss it

*violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his
Throat to signal that he is ready*
Chorus:
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (my soul, my soul)
My soul-oul-oul
My soul-oul-oul (my soul)
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (my soul)
My soul-oul-oul (my soul)