Sticky Fingers (alternate) Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - 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 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, I ain't never 

Got gaffled like that, don't you blink or I'ma rob your ass blind 

What you doin' stickin' in that people's window? 

Gimme that big fat dope 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 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 trench coat is long and now I got some fresh shit 

Yeah buddy, shit'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 

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 ass like a Mike Tyson punch out 

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