Thought You Knew Lyrics - Coolio

Never gave a fuck and I still don't 

So save your lectures, I'm a 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 ever 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 

The circle's deep I thought you knew 

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 'cause your bitch is gettin paid, 'cause 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 

L.A. hustlers can't live without money 

So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot 

'Cause 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 please cos I don't bang 

But I'm down to fully slang 

40 Thevz end down your crew 

The circle's deep I thought you knew 

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 

R E S P E C T 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 

C O M P T O N 

Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin 

I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know 

Step to the madness, your ass gotta go 

Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year 

East Coast, West Coast get this clear 

You don't wanna see my crew 

The circle's deep I thought you knew