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Reproduction of products in any form is prohibited except with the written permission of. is not responsible for the content of external Internet sites. That’s why I know my life is out of luck, fool!Ĭopyright © 2021. I guess they can’t, I guess they won’t, I guess they front If they can’t understand it, how can they reach me? They say I gotta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me What’s going on in the kitchen? But I don’t know what’s cookin’ I’m twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?Įverybody’s running, but half of them ain’t lookin’ I’m living my life do-or-die, uh, what can I say? I’m a loc’d out gangsta, set trippin’ bangerĪnd my homies is down, so don’t arouse my anger, fool I’m an educated fool with money on my mind I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes On my knees in the night, sayin’ prayers in the street light I’m the kind of g’ that little homie’s wanna be like That's why I know my life is out of luck, fool! I guess they can't, I guess they won't, I guess they front If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me What's going on in the kitchen? But I don't know what's cookin' I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four?Įverybody's running, but half of them ain't lookin' I'm living my life do-or-die, uh, what can I say? I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' bangerĪnd my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light I'm the kind of g' that little homie's wanna be like Or you and your homies might be lined in chalkĪs they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool You better watch how ya talking and where ya walking Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long thatīut I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left Coolio – Gangsta' s Paradise (Lyrics)Īs I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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