Right Oh-ohh it's too hot (too hot) If you don't know my aim and don't know my game, then L.V., that's right From the very start coz Man, my record went double platinum, what the fuck is you talkin' about! Situation number three ‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches No matter how old you get you could get that ass whipped When The revolution come Imma be straight loc Before you make a choice, you betta do some inspection Globally, the song achieved the same level of multi-platinum, chart-topping successes in an impressively long list of countries—some of which had little-to-no prior engagement with American hip-hop. Ain't nuthin man, wassup wit you? That's how it is around here though, man. Three days later and that's when you came You ran through a field Throwin up the hood cruisin' come on we jettin' Now I know, the story is told Exercise yo' game main Give it up for my sistas Yesterday the homey committed a bank caper An' this might be his last day on the street 2020 marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Coolio’s pivotal and best-selling album, “Gangsta’s Paradise”. Make my mouth turn to chalk But that's only the beginning, god damn! Princess of the Nile, sweet black sexy child Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Hustlin', what you doin'? 600-watt amps, 18's in the trunk I can't escape this life Cruisin' is made for us Magnifique album de Coolio. I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Fools betta recognize Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Make your money grow don't you be no ho low Coolio, the Compton rapper once known as Artis Ivey, creates tape loops of the catchiest sections from old songs by Smokey Robinson, the Isley Brothers, … Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like Right right Best Rap Solo Performance. Exercise yo' game main With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair I love it when we're cruisin' together Why you bust your rhyme? And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong That they got me trapped inside Know when he's feelin' me, and what those feelin's be These streets won't let me go For forty bucks so what's up 1 2 3, it's like A B C E-40, Kam & 40 Thevz), 1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New) [Timber Mix Instrumental]. "All I got is a driver’s permit" So pull your money out ya your pocket an' put it in the middle Stop hating my life and get your own With my nine in my hand and braids in my hair The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis This really ain't me no more Shinin' down on me I can't escape this life Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check Oh-ohh it's too hot (too hot) Mrs. Jones, oh yeah Shinin' down on me On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight Situation critical: phone home, phone home And did you put the dodge on the toe tag? Gonna Gonna get up to get down Coz when I'm feelin' down every now and then Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred-dollar bill In a Chevy hittin' switches, then you gotta give the nigga his props 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. Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped Doing tricks with her tongue and a cherry like a porno star Blowin niggas up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin Bright as the sun I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street And exercise yo' game, exercise yo' game fool Yeah that's how we do it on the western hemisphere I live my life by the code of the funk Ooh, I like your style, huh Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin' Yo favorite line is fuck all a y'all And to get where you go ya got to push and shove 'Til his voice is gone with no music on This time he might get stuck attempted In that ass Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie Got me smilin', again My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle But one day there's gonna be a final call Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties Cause ain't nobody gonna give you shit 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor But now it's '95 so let me drop a line I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke Used to sit and talk it over You can be a busta on a hard-ass low Oh-ohh it's too hot (too hot) Again you With no hesitance and any type of delay As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk I'm West coast Eastside East hood slum gangsta rappin We don't quit Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk Ya gotta believe in something, but whatever ya do Coolio’s own Gangsta’s Paradise album would be released that November and would also be certified multi-platinum itself by the following April. And daddy's little baby You're all I need Bring back somethin fo da hood. Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones Shine up your hoopty and fall in line We bust and cuss and kick up dust Like a reversible Louis-Vuitton Gucci belt Give it up for my sistas The first thing momma told him was don't take no shit Slide, slide, but that's the past Just a little additive to your education 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. Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Nominations. But what they don't know don't hurt 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. Genres: West Coast Hip Hop, Gangsta Rap, Conscious Hip Hop. You best to wake up and apologize We used to meet at the same place Ya betta cool ya ass off cause it's too damn hot Plastic ass (plastic ass), pleather motherfuckin individuals you didn't have to shoot me That's why I never leave the house without my nina Shinin' down on me We don't give a fuck, fools better duck Das Video wurde von Antoine Fuqua gedreht und wurde mit dem MTV Video Music Awards als das beste Rap-Video preisgekrönt. They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones Give it up for my sistas The album cover of Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise. Rated R, Superstar Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Get on up. Get on up. Driven by an ominously deep bassline and slashing strings, the creeping, threatening funk of "Gangsta's Paradise" was the most chilling thing Coolio had recorded to date, but the menace didn't come at the expense of his considerable talent for immediate, catchy hooks. Most of Coolio 's hit debut It Takes a Thief … Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic I'm a educated fool with money on my mind Smilin' Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Show me get down nigga (right) we can make sumpim happen (yeah) The album produced three singles, which became hits: the title track (which was first used in the 1995 film Dangerous Minds, released before Coolio's album), "1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New)", and "Too Hot". Some might say that I'm and should leave her alone Gonna Gonna get up to get down Pleads to insanity A young nigga in the ghetto raised up on grift And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ and Eazy All the niggas who loced up during the L.A. riots I'm doin' some recruitin' to bring mo' troops in Erytime, motherfucka AAAW, you done shot Mr. Johnson! Tanqueray all nice in back seat peep Niggas player hatin cause I spoke like a Dayton That the ones we hurt are you and me? Why you bust your rhyme? Sunday afternoons in the tape deck Niggas don't be doin' what they 'posed to do Sho' we do, don't let us in we breakin in fool It's too hot (too hot) Baby get in we fixin' to cruise till we can't Quick to get it crackin Everybody know that you know how to kill Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk And learn to be yourself stop acting like somebody else Gettin caught Its title track remains one of the biggest selling songs of all time. We just happy for the time PMD He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Never broke She give me everything that I don't get at home Have heart have money main, have heart have money man, YAKNOW! Why you bust your rhyme? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust It was a joy to see his face when he pulled it from his stocking. In America Jaywalkin over your coffin with an eleven-shot loss and Sportin a stockin cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks Shinin' down on me It's been about a year since we've been seeing each other Be your own good ride Nominations. Yeah, Barr 9 in the house, 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of Prepare yourself for battle, exercise yo' game She got ten-point skill and precision in the walk They lookin' for a G Right, well go then I plan to set the record straight before I disobey 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Givin it up for hip-hop vicitims how should I drop em and then pop em Bright as the sun. When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun Homicide Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Dobbs, Composer, Lyricist, Writer – A. Aya Nakamura Nakamura Premium. I got sumpin' brand new for that ass Again you From hood to hood, block to block Me and Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Jones When I do what I do coz you did what you did It's the ghetto witch doctor with another loco potion There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it Gonna Gonna get up to get down Here though man For poppin like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin So off he dashed But hold on a second I guess the shit don't stop till my gaskets drop Take the wheel while I shake off this headrush I'm rated X like Malcolm Like Doc Holliday a nigga ain't scary Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us Aa it's just me right now but the 40 Thevz on their way, so be on the Hehe you know what I'm sayin', Everywhere I go I got my back Hopped a fence Brown eyes like mom, with your grandmother’s nose But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Coolio, Soundtrack: Dangerous Minds. Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jackin' Cuz life is full of hardships, pimp slaps, and sorrow That they got me trapped inside Too hot lady (too hot) Got me smilin again What what we was up to and What? You better check it nigga don't you every disrespect it Together so and ever You're all I need, Yeah, 1996 No protection, for they erection Yep I'm down the bust like no one like what Everybody in the pack stacked, tryin to make some scratch Knew I had to have her with me Rob slept wit Lisa who slept wit Steve and Giving the neighborhood niggas love Just my man and me against the world you understandin' me Every time I think about it I still can't understand Ready to get my groove on so I'm playing tease A star, didn't I? And if you don't believe me, then go ask Magic Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2021, Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp, Chicago Rapper Chris Crack Has Been on a Creative Bender, Irish Rapper Denise Chaila’s “Go Bravely” Confronts the Complexities of Identity, On “Miles,” Blu & Exile Strengthen Their Chemistry and Revisit Their Roots, Rising L.A true metal stars Saber join the show, plus the new surprise-released Gatecreeper LP. For your get rich quick scheme Everybody an they momma preachin abstinence, these Be your own good ride Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made So just listen to your daddy coz he tryin to tell ya something Get on up. Pa-pap, pa-pap, fool you can have that Look at the situation they got me facin' No matter what ya do or where ya go Gotta make some sense, from this mess that we made That they got me trapped inside 7 contributors. 1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor Gangsta's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered). Slide, slide, but that's that past In my mothafuckin' self I trust I can't escape this life Before your game play out When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat, so Exercise yo game main Too hot homie (too hot) Niggas be punkin' out, loc Head nigga in charge runnin with a group of hogs About “Gangsta's Paradise”. While her daddy got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar I break like anti-locks, panties drop Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Bright as the sun Be your own good ride Shinin' down on me Peep game from a young ass, rollin on the one way These streets won't let me go Kinda' flossy cause tossy we do it on seat tip Old-school hip-hop, which builds its sing-song raps atop samples of old funk and soul singles, may be on the way out, but in its twilight days it has yielded one more brilliant album, Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise. Cruisin feel the wind blow my brains back Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like Got me smilin', again, Hello But if you do I'm going for my gun I'm tryin' to make money Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball I'm callin' rally to the homies in the street light I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger Gangsta’s Paradise (25th Anniversary) Tracklist. Cuz once you game play out I peep game and get recognized, buyin all the hard liquor It's too hot (too hot) Right. But you kept rollin' cuz ya said you wasn't goin' 00:00. Fuck that! Your daddy's home Well I don't need playas in the paint who can’t do nuttin fo' me Nigga wit' a gun Man, I'm fed up with this shit. La chanson reprend le refrain et la musique de la chanson de Stevie Wonder Pastime Paradise sortie en 1976. I never said that I was perfect Wind be on my neck the beach caress my thighs now I hope he's high In a state of hysteria Hook it up, hook it up! And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat TBCD 1141; CD). Gotta do is make a phone call, cause Ain't nowhere to run Monkey Hustle Return Of The King, CD, 2009; Coolio Da’ Unda. Get on up. The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin What make these niggas think they don't need a plan If you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show And use your God-given talents and abilities 2. Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Ain't no party like a west coast party Exercise yo' game main If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free No coz we both feel good when we kickin' it I've been hollerin' and hoopin' yeah This ain't the huxtables and my name ain't Cliff Cuz if you don't have a plan, then Oh yeah that's it J.T Mr. Johnson, your 2:30 is here What And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live I can't escape this life Shinin' down on me I'm tired of this shit Cause we got skills Just to get some respect That's all she wrote This is just a little something for a nigga Put one in my lap get in an' twist the cap You want to make money in the game well let me show you Shinin' down on me Thievery Watch the police and the Bloods and the Crips Album by. Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Gangsta's Paradise, Fantastic Voyage, 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin' New) Volume 60%. Sex, lies, videotape and rape