Brainiac, with a zany act, cleptomaniac
  Before I go to work I smoke me a fat sack
  Of indo, 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 hock all the shit and I never get 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 shit, 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 some fresh shit
  Yeah, buddy, sht's 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 bitch 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 shit 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")