Coolio Lyrics

Album: Gangsta's Paradise

For My Sistas Lyrics

Now I didn't use the word bitch a few times in a rhyme, but 

Now it's '95 so let me drop a line 

This goes out to the young black queens 

On the neighborhood scene 

Who haven't lost their dream 

I know sometimes it seems like it ain't no love 

And to get where you go ya got to push an' shove 

Around the way girl with hope in your heart 

Do his five in the purse an' five in the start 

She's the kinda woman ya take home to momma 

The only kind you ever let get past the drama 

Coolio know that you ain't no ho 

And it's time to put you up on a pedestal seat 

Queen of the entire universe 

And you know how I know that you were put here first 

An' to every nigga that dissed ya an' every nigga that hit ya 

Accept my apologies for my brothaz.... 


(Chorus) 

My...sista... 

Give it up for my sistas 

Give it up for my sistas 

Give it up for my sistas 

You're all I need... 


Princess of the Nile 

An' sweet black sexy child 

Ooh I like your style, huh 

First motha on the planet 

I know it's gettin' scary 

And all these wannabe pimps is all that ya meet 

But ya gotta shake 'em off like fleas an' nigga meat 

And use your God-given talents and abilities 

No matta where ya from ya get much respect 

From the top of your neck to your county check 

I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn 

Brick house with a face like Leena Horne 

I ain't no cap to save a ho 

But I got your front 

An' your side an' your back if that's what ya want 

So when it's time to put it down I won't be runnin' 

Ya got a dear lil' somethin' like Harriet Tubmanm, huh 

No matta what ya do or where ya go 

Ya got love from a nigga named Coolio.... 


-Chorus- 


Hernie Dipp got the lips, finga tips, and the hips 

Ta make mice outa the crazy-ass Bloodz and Crypts 

Make a nigga sing a song all night long 

Til' his voice is gone 

Wit' no music on 

You can be a busta on a hardass low 

An' should be down wit' your ass when your poor and broke 

And um uh 

Every time ya need I'll owe ya 

Gotta do is make a phone call, cuz 

When ya say 'come' ya know she's on her way 

Wit' no hesitance 

An' any type of the leg 

I talk about my granny 

Batana, an' Vanita 

Jacki an' Nicole an' Grandy an' Artisha 

I gots to give credit where credit is due 

An' all credit that is credited is credit to you 

I give praise to your wayz 

An' for all my day 

Apologies much respect to the sons I raise.... 


-Chorus(extended)-