[WC]   You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain   Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin   Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton   to pick this nigga Coolio up   Two ski masks, on my left a nine   Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah)   You god damn right motherfucker it's on again   Coolio what's the plan?   [Coolio]   It's a motherfuckin come up, nigga load ya gun up   It's gonna be a stick-up, came up on the liquor   You know that bitch that I used to fuck -- named Theresa   (Yeah nigga, with the big ass butt)   Well her brother was a client of mine   Drive some turnaround trips back and forth to Vegas part time (yeah)   Well anyway I got a caper (uh)   And if we pull it off right we can come up on a stack of paper   Here go the plan: me, you, and him   cause the nigga drivin the bus is down with us   Call Crazy Toones and tell him to give you a ride   and drop you off on Manchester and Broadway, at half past five   Since old people don't trust young niggaz none   you gotta be disguised like a senior citizen   Don't worry about escape cause it's OK   I'll be chillin close behind all the motherfuckin way loc   And I don't wanna see you act up   but if anybody trip you better handle that shit   [WC]   Nah man fuck this, this shit sound shady as fuck   You gon' fuck around and have us all stuck motherfucker   [Coolio]   Quit actin like a hoe, and go get yo' fo'-fo' nigga   and let's make some dough, check this:   Nuttin plus nuttin equal none   Fool grab the motherfuckin money and run   [WC] Right come on   Chorus: WC   Diamond in the back, sun roof cracked   Tank on E, niggaz low on cash, oohh-woo   (some R&B sample) "Straight jackin"   Chorus   [WC]   So now it's goin accordin to plan   I'm on the back of the bus dressed like a senior citizen   Sittin on a bus full of old motherfuckers   Wavin they bibles singin, "I love Jesus!"   And now my concious is fuckin with me   cause I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir   And I ain't askin no questions   Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings   Cause I was told at seven on the dot   No matter the spot, to execute the plot   And my watch read 6:59   So aww shucky ducky, quack quack it's yo' time   Hands in the motherfuckin air! *pop pop pop*   This is a jack nigga, and I'm startin from the back   Necklaces, anklets to bracelets   to the Rolexes, I'm takin all they shit, huh   I had em shakin, steady fadin, money breakin   fillin my bag up with bacon   Lookin out the window at Coolio   yellin out a car on the side of the bus, "Nigga c'mon!"   Yo, we gon' handle this loc   I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control   But really I was bein greedy takin too long   So peep the next verse but first the chorus of song goes   Chorus   [WC]   Standin in the middle of the aisle   A rag full of papes and jewelry, bout to make my escape   Coolio wavin, "C'mon nigga hurry up   before one-time swoop, and you get us all stuck!"   Aight so now I'm on my way to the front   Bus driver, pull to the side or I might have to dump   He was down with us on our shady operation   So he pulled the bus over with no hesitation   But that's when the drama kicked in   "Motherfucker take that!" *blam* Damn I got shot in the back   Looked up and who did I see?   This bitch-made ass bus driver puttin slugs in Dub C   Twistin afflicted, burnin like syphillis   Lookin at death and I'm coughin up flesh   Ran to the car, "Coolio I've been hit" "Huh?"   "I told you the shit sound like a motherfuckin twist!"   [Coolio]   Wait, what's wrong, what the FUCK GOIN ON?!   This nigga must be trippin, we gon' have to kill him   [WC] Cool here come nigga grab your gun   [Coolio] Alright, I'm gonna have me some fun   Forty-four in the right hand, nine in the left   So I put twelve rounds in his motherfuckin chest   I don't know if it's yo' birthday, but bitch here's yo' gift   That's what you get for the twist, yea   Chorus 2X   [WC] Maad Circle nigga