Can Get Down

[Featuring Malika] 
Verse 1 Coolio Malika: 
I'm gettin bunions from all the disrespectful sisters in my face 
I give love 
But when push come to shove 
I'm 'posed to solo 
Diggin me out the ditch 
(Hey hey Cool give me some chips fool) Ain't that a bitch 
Ain't no cash just fallin out the sky 
You hella high 
But why why did she touch the tie? 
But I start on full wit a gangsta limp 
Morris couldn't see this pimp 
I'm backslappin gimps 
True, I'll be in the cut, but you notice me 
Try to throw with me 
Now you wanna roll with me, fate 
I'll lead you left instead of right 
Tonight's the night 
So, let's get the situation tight 
I hear 'em tryin to playa hate me on the under 
My momma said, Never let a sucker take you asunder 
Don't be gettin outta line where it concerns mine 
It might be your time, but it's my rhyme 
Chorus, Coolio, Malika: 
Can I get down one time to make the people say yeah 
And nobody wont care? 
Can I get down one time without 
All the criticism and media in my business? 
Can I get down one time and release my rhyme 
And speak my mind? 
Can I get down one time? 
Can I get down one time? 
Verse 2, Malika: 
I take my picture with a smile like Jack 
Cause I'm back 
You picturin all them chips in stack 
I got love, though, don't be no stank hoe 
I'm not fallin for the gank, yo 
God I thank, though 
Enemies it's your decision 
The gift I been givin 
Got you in the life I'm livin 
Watch your sane, sane like Marley Mike 
Your game ain't right 
You be slippin every night 
I'm hoverin up in the nest with the claws out 
Cause he had his paws out 
When he paused out 
He's out, now it's in with the new 
In with the two 
You know how these thieves do 
Chorus 
Verse 3, Malika, Coolio: 
I can't do what I want, or how I wanna 
This shit is drama 
So what is it you want, huh? 
We tryin to make it to the tizzy 
I'll be a hella busy bee 
The gizzy 
Through the frizzy, is we 
Tryin to have somethin 
We goin off frontin 
Cause nothin leaves nothin 
And nothin means we head bumpin 
Pumpin, no punk can hit this, my stable 
Twistin me a fable 
Somethin sweet like sable 
You shoulda reached out and grabbed it and got his pay nice 
Jealousy got him dropped, with his neck sliced 
Liquor be revelain 
The homies true feelins 
So, I be willin 
To turn into a villian 
Then if you're still with me 
You got to chill with me 
Bustin lyrics with a skill when they deal with me 
Never senseless 
Thank you for your business 
And I got more rhymes 
Than L.A. Times got headlines 
Chorus, Repeat 4X