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Coolio Gangsta's Paradise For My Sistas Now i didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but Now it's '95 so let me drop a line This goes out to the young black queens On the neighborhood scene Who haven't lost their dream I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove Around the way girl with hope in your heart Do his five in the purse an' five in the start She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma The only kind you ever let get past the drama Coolio know that you ain't no ho And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat Queen of the entire universe And you know how i know that you were put here first An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... (chorus) My...sista... Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas Give it up for my sistas You're all i need... Princess of the nile An' sweet black sexy child Ooh i like your style, huh First motha on the planet I know it's gettin' scary And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat And use your god-given talents and abilities No matta where ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like leena horne I ain't no cap to save a ho But i got your front An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want So when it's time to put it down i won't be runnin' Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like harriet tubmanm, huh No matta what ya do or where ya go Ya got love from a nigga named coolio.... -chorus- Hernie dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass bloodz and crypts Make a nigga sing a song all night long Til' his voice is gone Wit' no music on You can be a busta on a hardass low An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke And um uh Every time ya need i'll owe ya Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way Wit' no hesitance An' any type of the leg I talk about my granny Batana, an' vanita Jacki an' nicole an' grandy an' artisha I gots to give credit where credit is due An' all credit that is credited is credit to you I give praise to your wayz An' for all my day Apologies much respect to the sons i raise.... -chorus(extended)- |
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