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Coolio - Kiss Presents The Mixtape - Gangsta's Paradise
Kiss Presents The Mixtape
Disc 1
01. American Boy
02. Sexyback
03. 6 of 1 Thing
04. Temperture
05. Low
06. Livin' It Up
07. Got Your Money
08. Buttons
09. Do It Well
10. Superstar
11. Why You Wanna
12. Carn't Help but Wait
13. 1 Thing
14. Gimme More
15. Goodies
16. Me & U
17. Lighters Up
18. Kiss Kiss
19. Rubberband Banks
20. This Is the Girl
Disc 2
01. Girlfriend (Brat Pac remix)
02. Sexy Love
03. Hotel
04. Tipsy
05. Do the Damn Thing
06. Push It Baby
07. For My Love
08. Woman
09. Same Girl
10. Bed
11. Could It Be
12. Right Here
13. Creep
14. Heard It All Before
15. Call Me
16. Gimme Some More
17. Jump Around
18. Can I Kick It?
19. Gangsta's Paradise
20. Too Close
21. Clothe's Off!!
22. Go-Go Gadget Gospel
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta, loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise

Look at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'ed-out gangsta, set-trippin' banger
And my homies is down, so don't rouse my anger – fool
Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three, never will I live to see twenty-four
The way things is goin', I don't know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking what's going on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cooking
They say I've got to learn but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
They've been spending most their lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?