Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) These are the geto highlites Deep down inside we know that we can never be Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin' That they got me trapped inside To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Shinin' down on me Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up Shinin' down on me Foot to the gas got the indo mixed with hash Let's get it right let's get it straight Cruisin' is made for us Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when Just happy to be free Your daddy's home It was a joy to see his face when he pulled it from his stocking. That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Stop at some jamaicans and shit Keep your works on tight to make your stash stay right and Just use yo' brain main don't run the same game Got me smilin', again I been trying to live in peace but these fools won't cease 9-1-1 Poverty Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin in fool No nooo-ooo I can't escape this life Bright as the sun Walkin in the rain but they ain't got no hat Edit Release All Versions of this Release Review Changes . The little homie be gettin' out on count Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Quick to get it crackin So pull your money out ya your pocket an' put it in the middle I got bills to pay and kids to raise We on our way man, we're coming through then Bright as the sun I'm tryna make an impression on the things that you care for She got ten-point skill and precision in the walk I'm rated X like Malcolm I love it when we're cruisin' together I wish I might The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Gotta hip her to the game of those smooth talkin niggas Play Album. The album contained two hits: "Gangsta's Paradise", which reached #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 and "1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New)", which reached #5. This ain't a fantastic voyage, but I'm still on a mission Sex, lies, videotape and rape Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good That's all I need to know roll up the windows and lock the door I got obligations and she's in the situation Cruisin' is made for love Coz Imma be your hero if you ever in some danger Best to put your daughter Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Most of Coolio's hit debut It Takes a Thief was fairly upbeat material, but the appearance of the stark single "Gangsta's Paradise" in the summer of 1995 signaled a change in the rapper's music. 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love Together so and ever And a whole generation of lost niggas to save 2020 marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Coolio’s pivotal and best-selling album, “Gangsta’s Paradise”. When the Revolution come I'm gonna be up front Right, well go then You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryin' to get out of this muthafucka, man Uh-huh Ya seen a boatload of situations, for dangleations With over 17 million records sold worldwide, Grammy award-winning and multi-platinum recording artist Coolio is an artist known around the world as a musical and cooking master of extraordinary reinvention. Everywhere I go I got my back Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals I can't escape this life It's time to get real Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun It looks like, we just gone have to leave it alone Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Trying to come in here with that garbage Right away I The six I found out if you wear partners where the friends go In my mothafuckin' self I trust This is how we do it... this is how we do it They betta post on the corna with the busta crew Get on up. You want to make money in the game well let me show you 00:00. As much as I hate this muthafucka, I love this muthafucka Like a reversible Louis-Vuitton Gucci belt The p-i-m-p Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones 7 contributors. Fuck a motherfucka, we on hit, the Bay to L.A These are the geto highlites I gots to give credit where credit is due Now his momma in all black Talk it over Two hoodrats be scrapping over who knows what Shinin' down on me Give it up for my sistas So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game "All I got is a driver’s permit" An' know the whoompty whoofty Dead cats in the street playing craps That's how it goes, and that's how it is Javier slept wit Loopy and Loopy slept with Rob This really ain't me no more But the streets won't let me go Niggas dump all on my Clickalications, I'm pervin Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say? A star, didn't I? Steve was positive, H.I.V The first single from Uncommon Records is a scorcher from rapper Tracy Jones, with head-spinning bars darting between futuristic beats. So what's the time? These streets won't let me go Here come one time And what I say I been comin' on three like Dr. Dre Turn up the beat and bump in-between the seats some Headed in her direction for some closer inspection From the top of your neck to your county check Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Homies who sell crack I know it's hard growing up coz I used to be a youngsta Give it up for my sistas The very first time I met her I Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper You need a shoulder to cry on and someone you can rely on Blowin niggas up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her Like A-T and T ya gotta make a switch Niggas be punkin' out, loc Gangsta's Paradise. Kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota Cause that's how I bail Cuz if he get caught Back up off let's keep it soft My sista I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state Playin tag with body bag Alternating between slow, funky grooves and elastic, party-ready anthems, Gangsta's Paradise is proof that Coolio is one of the most exciting and interesting hip-hop artists of the mid-'90s. This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom In that ass Shoot 'em from the shoulders 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Shinin' down on me Banging Even though we did our duty things are still lookin shitty I love it when we're cruisin' together AllMusic Review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine. Gonna Gonna get up to get down With my finga on the trigga of a Mossburg Pump “Gangsta’s Paradise” was a 1995 single from Coolio’s second studio album by the same name, Gangsta’s Paradise. When the Revolution come I'm gonna be right there These streets won't let me go Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Power and the money, money and the power Fullscreen . Robbery No matter what you do And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Yeah, muthafucka, now fuck that! Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Yo what's up homeboy, I'm out front the club, what's goin' on Because the old game is rank Shinin' down on me Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here You're all I need, Yeah, 1996 Cruisin' is made for love Floatin' on the freeway at a cool 65 Aisha slept wit Mark and Mark slept wit Tina My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers This goes out to the young black queens Make your money grow don't you be no ho low 1 2 3, it's like A B C We don't quit Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Again you Get on up. To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress For forty bucks so what's up Right, I here you, man. Baby you can do it, take your time do it right Peep the correct way to get your pimp on I bet ya next time you'll listen when I tell ya, son An' this might be his last day on the street With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair My sista * "Gangsta's Paradise" contains samples of "Pastime Paradise", performed by Stevie Wonder. Shinin' down on me I gave this CD as a Christmas stocking stuffer. Right right The only kind you ever let get past the drama And climbed a tree Shoulder to shoulder turnin' heads cause it's a black thing Gotta do is make a phone call, cause Gonna Gonna get up to get down Give it up for my sistas Bustin lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill They're lettin' him in with tennis Exercise yo' game main Exercise Yo' Game (feat. Released 21 November 1995 on Tommy Boy (catalog no. Understand how we livin in the nineties loc What's up man? But now it's ninety-five and it's "Don't forget the Trojan" He was a busta. Hopped a fence Got me smilin', again Grab your partner, do si do Gonna Gonna get up to get down Well let me warn you: I'm the kind of playa that's really hated The struggles are still there. Fools be trippin when it's time to get their freak on Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma I exercised my game until I had my game perfected Yo' game orientate in situations Get on up. Explained it to her momma, before somebody get her Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise That they got me trapped inside Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Or come around the corner on three, hoppin' In my mothafuckin' self I trust Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Wins. Too hot lady (too hot) Here though man Hey the homiez kickin' it real Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for Gangsta's Paradise [Single] - Coolio on AllMusic - 1995 There's a lot around the corner this muthafucka is cracking Nuclear waste, cannibalism, and pistol smoke Shinin' down on me What up everybody, so glad you're here All my homies be a man cause ain't no pretendin' To the west coast down south in your direction No pain no gain no pocket change Perjury First mother on the planet, I know it's gettin' scary As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Playa get your coins, be like Donald Goines You gots ta be a leader, it's my responsibility to teach ya But I know that you're worth it so I'm seein' bodies in the alley and blood in the valley There's a hole in ya boat bitch Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made Play Album. To see if I can get your attention One eight seven and he's a minor with priors Uh-huh Minute after minute, hour after hour What She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded Some might say that I'm and should leave her alone Sunbeamin' this weekend heading down that beach way Tanqueray all nice in back seat peep I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left That they got me trapped inside So when you see a young nigga It's time to get real With a half a pint of yak and the twenty-dollar rock To make mice outta the crazy-ass Bloods and Crips I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live Coolio’s own Gangsta’s Paradise album would be released that November and would also be certified multi-platinum itself by the following April. Nominations. This ain't no rooster ass Chicken George nigga on a fiddle, huh This really ain't me no more I guess they frontin'; that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool! You got me smilin' I fiend for my paper, my fed, and my green One lone loco rides away Brown eyes like mom, with your grandmother’s nose Situation number three Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out But her life is not revolved around how revolving And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck I'm gonna fuck that nigga up. Went from jackin to rappin to runnin with a pack of mad men Shinin' down on me You're doin everything momma told ya not to do But he betta catch up quick Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade Boy I tell you shit is pitiful, damn! In America The album followed shortly afterwards, and it didn't fail to deliver on the promise of the single. The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity Won't you have a seat, he'll be with you shortly E-X-C-E, R-I-S-E, Y-O-G-A, M-E for-dy/40 Now everybody wants the fame but things change ain't the same Out like a sucka Smilin' Gonna Gonna get up to get down If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? Gonna Gonna get up to get down Dyin' over nothin' Its title track remains one of the biggest selling songs of all time. Misery Niggas can't fight then walk away Causin, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there Sometimes you ask for what you want and, get what you got Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball For poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc If you're rollin' dirty, then you betta have a stash Late one night you was rollin' down the block Two arms two legs ten fingers ten toes You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' Come on in here boy, see I told you you was goin' be Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Volume 60%. Exercise yo' game I'ma do my damnest to make sure you get some chances You've been livin' around I got jabs like a welterweight champion No protection, for they erection I'm West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Cruisin' is made for love Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the Gonna Gonna get up to get down My crew see the dopest and the hardest Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop 'Cuz the new game ain't true game Right right He heey! Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jackin' Snuggled up freaky dick give the drink a sip Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then Gonna Gonna get up to get down Last chance records, may I help you? Shinin' down on me Let me rock the motherfuckin mic The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think Exercise yo' game main Oh-ohh it's too hot (too hot) My life is your life and your life is mine Niggas player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton Hahaa! Monday through Sunday and all in-between Bright as the sun No matter how old you get you could get that ass whipped 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Aight Fuck that nigga Coolio, man. Gonna Gonna get up to get down like Bugsy Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, gangstas, and thugs Slide The album, originally released in 1995, produced three hit singles: the title track “Gangsta’s Paradise” (first used in the 1995 film … So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny My woman's on the right lookin bomb for this trek deck Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like Again you Gangsta's Paradise, an Album by Coolio. Look out for 'em Apologies much respect to the sons I raise Brick house with a face like Lena Horne Gangsta's Paradise 2k11 (Coolio vs. Rico Bernasconi & Kylian Mash) [Remixes] 1995 Fantastic Voyage (Re-Recorded Version) Excuse me, may I help you? Always on the peep an' my crew don't fall asleep I love my baby carry my baby wherever I go He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Right. Album by. Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Hey wassup Coolio, how many you got wit you? Burglary This really really really ain't me Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise I'm talkin' fist to cuff with them pistols up, an' Coolio: Gangsta's Paradise ‎ (CD, Album) Tommy Boy, Tommy Boy, Liberation Records: TVD93450, RMD53450, D93450: Australia: 1995: Sell This Version: Recommendations Reviews Add Review [r3480688] Release. I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at That they got me trapped inside La chanson reprend le refrain et la musique de la chanson de Stevie Wonder Pastime Paradise sortie en 1976. Got me smilin again She gotta be a freak if she's sittin' next to me so Braids bouncin to the beat feel me coming down the street It’s the one - two combination punch to the throat Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Right right Malika rolls the top so's I can feel that rocky mountain high yeah How in the hell do you think you can run Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Shinin' down on me Get on up Going old in the cutta, pistol smoke Bright as the sun And your side and your back if that's what ya want Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubman, huh Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then With no hesitance and any type of delay So if you want to trip then I'll be your huckleberry To celebrate the anniversary, Tommy Boy will re-release this critically-acclaimed album on 2xLP (180 gram, red vinyl) (In limited quantities), and on CD. Tell me why are we so blind to see About “Gangsta's Paradise”. Dickory It's all that poppin on that cooze got me worked up Cuz a west coast party don't stop A nigga is released from the penitentiary Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all The Searchers – The farewell album Sear, Writer – T. Amir Addictions deluxe edition Premium. And everybody sayin' you're the man, loc You got the drink I got the denk and we done stopped at the bank Dope dealers who serve nickel pieces for sex Gonna Gonna get up to get down I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24? Oh you caught like lint; if you waitin on the mystery God Coolio know that you ain't no ho Yeah, I wanna see Chester, I got an appointment with him Cruisin feel the wind blow my brains back Fresh out the penalty box My nigga Kam Giving the neighborhood niggas love She give me everything that I don't get at home E-40, Coolio, and KAM, sprinkle game like talcum Smilin' Shinin' down on me For your get rich quick scheme Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade In a state of hysteria We both got another and they wouldn't understand it I got sumpin' brand new for that ass At the same old time Mossberg, Smith & Wesson Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' People let me tell ya about my best friends A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on grift Gangsta's Paradise est la BO du film " esprit rebelle " c'est la plus connue de Coolio on la forcement tous entendue quelque part!Il ni a pas ke la zik ki assure il y'a aussi le clip. Just let me leave and I won't have to make you bleed That's right If you got beef, then nigga eat a pork chop School, man. Dobbs, Composer, Lyricist, Writer – A. Aya Nakamura Nakamura Premium. I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor The way things is goin' I don't know The little homey just tripped and stripped So just listen to your daddy coz he tryin to tell ya something So the DA want him tried as an adult You got me smilin', la, la, la, la, la Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em But tell me do you how to let a nigga live TBCD 1141; CD). I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Lootin' an' shootin' Invalid ghetto pass late ass registrations The great new EP from this Nashville rapper alternates between classic story raps & newer trap sounds, proving both his skill & versatility. It's too hot (too hot) Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard Or you can stay broke while your homies is rollin smokes Bright as the sun Fuckin with me with all honesty Not only did Coolio expand his sound, but his songwriting skills improved, as Gangsta's Paradise has very few weak moments. Well I don't need playas in the paint who can’t do nuttin fo' me 2. The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha I'm tryin' to make money I hate to do my all black but I must stay strapped The walks in the park, escapades in the dark Shinin' down on me Gonna Gonna get up to get down Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones Got me smilin again Cuz he was rollin on beads and had a good ass job When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun To the outskirts of first buzzin off the erky jerks