Coolio - It Takes A Thief Lyrics
One dark night I need some endsI got a spot cased out Im breakin inI gotta cutter thatll cut thru ya window like butterSuction cup, window upNow Im on the inside lookin for some loot38 special I dont wanna have to shootI aint no young, raw fresh recruit, uhhSteel tote boots, black khaki suitA real quick search and nobodys homeJust like I planned, now Im home aloneI hope ya dont mind if I use tha phoneAnd fix me sometin to eat before Im goneI got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9Rolex off the desk so I can tell the timeNo one knows where the flow goes when the dults crowYou better take some no doughsNow Im out tha back with a sack fulla goodsThrow it in the truck, take it back to the hoodLet me be brief, Im on the creepI stole the sounds outcha jeep, it takes a thiefChorus:Oh yeah! it takes a thiefYeah yeah! it takes a thiefIt takes a mother*****in thief! it takes a thiefKeep both eyes open when you go to sleepOh yeah! it takes a thiefYeah, yeah! it takes a thiefIt takes a mother*****in thief! it takes a thiefKeep ya hand on your gun when Im on the creepI need a lick real quick-likeMy mind aint wrapped tightI scale like mike tys so call this fright nightYou dont wanna see me comin down the street when Im broke and its darkSo run your mother*****in pockets fore they find your ass dead in the parkPut your hands behind your head and interlock your fingersNo I aint the cops, I just want your ringsAnd your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chainDont try nuttin strange or Im blowin outcha brainsI rob from the rich so I can get richI aint got shit so I take what I can getI need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my endsMy grip aint high enough so Im robbin on my friendsSomebody out theres out to get meThe smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat beI dont give a ***** about your pain and your griefYou shouldnt of fell asleep, it takes a thiefChorus x 1/2Theres a buster on the west side, I heard he gotta gripAnd hes outta town on business so Im schemin on his shitI heard he got kis and gs and deedsAnd guns and big trash bags full o weedI stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone vanSo now I guess Im the telephone manThe bathroom window aint got no alarmI gotta skelton brick that works like a charmIt didnt take long to find what I was lookin forI was damned near finished when I heard a key in the doorI jumped in the closet and checked my clipPulled my ski mask down, I cant believe this shitI counted to five and the front door opened upI counted three more and the front door was shutI counted five more to give me some spaceThen I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the faceI loaded up the van in broad daylightCos looky lous have their high beams on at nightI take the backstreets to avoid the heatAnd never let em see me sweat, it takes a thiefChorusOutro:Oh yeah!Yeah yeah!Hey yeah!Just a reminder to let you knowTheres mother*****ers out there that want your shitSo you better watch out, better watch your backCant be goin to sleep, protect your shitKnow what Im sayin?
