Coolio Lyrics

Album: My Soul

My Soul Lyrics

Chorus: 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and give a loc a little dap when he walks through 

Verse 1: 

If there be a dope beat then all y'all see 

Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique 

Freak yo physique and you betta not compete 

Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep 

Never comin' cheap, forty creep 

And I hope you don't mind if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep 

I steal money from the rich 

And give it to the poor, it's 

Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are 

Bring it from the back and bring it to the front 

Cause you gotta give the people what they want 

Now hump, do the stomp to the butt 

Big homie shake your gut 

As long as you get your ass up 

It's a party over here 

and let me make it clear 

40 Thevz is the crew 

So you better come anew 

Ain't a damn thing change since the first one 

And if you didn't hear the album go get one (One) 

Chorus: 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and give a loc a little dap when he walks through. 

Verse 2: 

Here come the thief on the old school beat 

And I never knew the meaning of the word "defeat" 

The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes 

Yet, fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly 

Just cook 'em all up like gumbo 

And block their ass like Mutumbo 

Cause your album dropped off the charts like Dumbo 

We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes 

Like K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan 

I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, Noreaga 

It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station 

Now what if hip hop was like Humpty Dumpty sittin' on the wall 

And what if hip hop had to take a great fall 

And what if rhyme was a crime 

And each and every time 

That you spit a dope line 

You might have to do some time 

Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town 

But Coolio will be ready for the showdown 

Chorus: 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down' like your 'posed to 

and pass a joint to the loc when he roll through 

Verse 3: 

If the shoe fit, put it on and stick 

And if your ass uncash don't let your mouth write no check 

Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch 

Uppercuts and fight kicks with Weird Al Yankovich 

From Tokyo to Sojo, rollin wit the 4-0 

This hip hop that I'm holdin' I'll make it move your hoe 

It's the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken 

Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open 

You can't understand how I do it 

I'm just true to it 

I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent 

Uh, let it ring, let it rip 

Everybody holler like Marvin Gaye, but don't you let the record skip 

Synchronize the watch, cause the party don't stop 

Till the neighborhood watch call the cops 

It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran 

Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (On yo section) 

Chorus: 

Are you ready to throwndown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and pass the brew to the loc when he roll through 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school 

Are you ready to throwdown? 

Yes we are! 

Well, get on down like your 'posed to 

and give a loc a little dap when he roll through. 

Fool!