Brainiac with a zany act cleptomaniac
Before I go to work I drink me a tall glass
My crew know then climb through the window
And eye the VCR and 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 and they think I`m on crack
Cause I clock on the grip and I never give it back
Coolio loco, you better call Bronco
Stole a link from my auntie, and 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, and 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 and your crew better duck from my gunshots
I takes no lip, 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, and now I got a fresh kit
Yeah, buddy, thief lookin good
Gets much props and respect from the hood
Caps from my raps and a trunk full of hubcaps
Step to the crew, and you`re bound to catch a pimp slap
But I don`t pimp no trick 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 and 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 and 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 grip, 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, and 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 and 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)
