["So much drama in the..." -- Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Verse One: Ras Kass
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No disrespect to the opposite sex
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But I ain't flexed punani yet that's worth my royalty checks
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Men be trying to get laid, women be trying to get paid
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So, somebody gotta get played... {right}
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Now you claim I'm runnin game and still let us run the train
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Pulling Coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame
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Let a dame complain about disrespecting my African queen
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Ass hangin out them Daisy Dukes jeans, jockin
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Damn I love civilization
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Wants to know my occupation home location and means of transportation
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The correct combination unlocked your placenta
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I got a cellular phone with a rubber antenna
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on a three story house, drive a four door Ac
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Favorite song of all time Mobb Deep's "Hit It From the Back"
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Then jet, I turn a bitch into my favorite
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She know my name cause I got more game than Sega CD
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Chorus: Coolio, Ras Kass
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You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3X)
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You knew the game, and you still ended up on your back
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You know it's drama, but it sound real good (3X)
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You knew the game, and you still ended up on your back
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Verse Two: Ras Kass
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I try U.N.I.T.Y. but why?
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Cause when I was lackin, bitches made me want to roll over and die
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So now I lie, cause bitches are like flies {why?}
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They attract to the best shit {oh!}
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You gotta play Max Julian's role unless you plan on being celibate
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Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that comes with it
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{The bitch} saw me in the Lex and didn't know it came from Avis
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Now she's on the Tip like my name was John Davis
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And I'm knowin what she thinks {what?}
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I'ma sweep her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink
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Bitch, haha yeah I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to Atlanta
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{Tomorrow} so maybe we can kick it {tonight}
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Right there I knew my dick was getting wetted
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Cause I played into this bitch's Cinderella complex
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Whatever you want to hear, I can say
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Forget the bitch the next day, instant replay
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Coolio
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Yo Ras, let me talk about these bitches for a minute
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But let's get it straight, when I say the word bitch
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I don't mean all women
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Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't
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You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her cousin
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Or her mama, you gots to have drama
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Nigga flash some currency and go up in her auntie!
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I'm talkin bout the skanless type loc
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You know the type that seem to like the taste of swipe
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Check it
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When it comes to Saving Hoes Coolio ain't in it
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Don't call me Captain, general, sergeant, or lieutenant
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This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
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I gave the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass
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But as soon as the hoe tried to get in my pocket
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I shot her ass away from me *schch* like a skyrocket
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Take it from a G, period, no comma, to keep these hookers
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on they toes... you know the rest
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Chorus
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Drama
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Coolio |