Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise

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 lob
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

Power in the money, money in the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them aint looking
It’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

We’ve been spending most our lives living in the gangsta's paradise
We’ve been spending most our 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