Coolio - Sticky Fingers Lyrics

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
([Guru] "But he's stickin you, and takin all of you money")
([JD] "I ain't never got gaffled like that")
([Sticky Fingers] "Don't, you blink, or I'ma rob your ass blind")
([Richard Pryor] "What you doin stickin in that people's window?")
("Gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("Gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("Gimme that...") big gold chain
([Run-D.M.C.] "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 trenchcoat is long and now I got some fresh shit
Yeah, buddy, sht'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")
([Big Daddy Kane] "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 PunchOut
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")