Sticky Fingers
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, & 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 & they think i'm on crack
Cause i hock all the shit & i never get it back
Coolio loco, you better call bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, & 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
("but he's stickin you, & takin all of you money" -- guru)
("i ain't never got gaffled like that" - jd)
("don't, you blink, or i'ma rob your ass blind" - sticky fingers)
("what you doin stickin in that people's window?" - richard pryor)
("gimme that...") big fat dope sack
("gimme that...") ca-di-llac
("gimme that...") big gold chain
("that's the life, a-that i lead" -- run-d.m.c.)
Coolio call me shady, janky, slick right
You & 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 & now i got some fresh shit
Yeah, buddy, sht's lookin good
Gets much props & respect from the hood
Caps from my raps & a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, & 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 & i'll be the stealer
Call me coolio, or call me sticky fingers
("coolio...")
("first they do' ring, now they mob ring")
("told you before, you shouldn'ta never fell asleep" - big daddy kane)
("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 & 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, & 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 & 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")
